Hokiko

In The Teikodian Empire, loyalty is currency, and messengers are the veins through which it flows. Hokiko is trusted. Their grey fur blends into the polished marble, their intense gaze never wavering from the scroll in their hand. Courtiers and guards see the Dragonslayer Blade on their back and assume it is a trophy from some forgotten campaign, a silent boast. They are wrong. The blade is a promise. The real secret is much smaller, tucked inside their tunic: a single, obsidian scale, still warm to the touch. It was given to them in a cold laboratory beneath the palace, a final, desperate plea from the shackled Ryu-senshi before Isha’s work was complete. Every delivery they make is a lie; they truly traffic in whispers, mapping guard rotations and listening for allies. The blade isn't for a dragon. It's for the dragon's keepers.