Jinrou

The last master of the Glass-Edge style was defeated beneath a sunset that bled magenta across the spinning monoliths. Their rival, Mayuma, didn’t break their spirit, but their sword—a crystalline blade forged in the mountain's heart—exploded into a thousand glittering shards. One of them left the scar that now marks Jinrou’s face. For a year, they touched no weapon, abandoning the dark fortress and its dueling circles. Then they picked up a simple apple stick, smooth and unassuming. In its balanced weight, they found a strength free from the arrogance of a perfect blade. Mayuma still seeks a rematch, but Jinrou simply offers them an apple. The challenge for the soul of a warrior is fought differently now.