Tomejirou

Tomejirou did not seek a rival in The Teikodian Empire. They were a wanderer, content to drift like the leaf on their head, observing the world without attachment. But in the capital, they saw a crowd mesmerized by a phantom dragon soaring over the golden spires. Tomejirou saw only a clever illusion and the artist behind it: Sakkaku. While others gasped, Tomejirou simply nodded, acknowledging the craft. This silent dismissal infuriated Sakkaku more than any challenge. So began their endless game. Sakkaku would weave intricate falsehoods—ghostly armies, shimmering cities—and Tomejirou would find the single thread of truth that unraveled them. For Sakkaku, it was a desperate quest for validation from the only one who saw their true genius. For Tomejirou, it was a reason to stop and truly look.