Yazaemon

Yazaemon guarded the Empire’s treasures, but the power they carry belongs to no one. They were on the midnight watch in a grand museum in The Teikodian Empire when it happened—not an explosion, but a cold silence that froze the air. The mundane patrol staff in their hands twisted into gnarled, living wood, and a furious energy ignited behind their eyes that has never dimmed. They don't know if they absorbed a relic's curse or if something dormant inside them simply broke free. Imperial scientists now watch them with predatory interest. The face makeup is a recent addition, a desperate attempt to cover the faint, glowing sigils appearing on their skin. Fleeing the gilded cage, Yazaemon now seeks the outcast Takeo, hoping the exiled leader can explain how one survives becoming a weapon against their will.