Itsuhiko

Itsuhiko tapped their carved cane on the slick stones of the river path, watching cherry blossom petals float on the freezing wind. Time was, they walked these high-altitude streets with a spear, not a cane, and their poncho bore the sigil of a forgotten warlord. They came to this city of bamboo and purple skies with a single purpose: to eliminate a rival named Sarasa. The duel was inevitable, a clash of steel and will beneath the blossoms. But Sarasa fought differently—not to conquer, but to question. They disarmed Itsuhiko not with a blow, but with a simple inquiry about the world they were so eager to burn. The question shattered a lifetime of certainty. Itsuhiko left their spear by the river and simply walked away, picking up the cane to feel the ground beneath their feet for the first time.