Wakaayu

When Momochi’s voice first cut through the joyful noise of The Heart of the Forest, Wakaayu listened. They were restless then, tired of simple songs when a storm brewed inside them. Momochi promised a world that matched their fury, a place where their anger was a tool, not a flaw to be smoothed over with dance and drink. So they accepted, trading amber leaves for the life of a shadow. This deep scar across their face is not an enemy’s mark. It’s a reminder from a mission where success required leaving a comrade behind—Momochi’s orders. They still wear the red bow someone from home once tied in their hair. It feels heavier than any weapon, a silent question they can no longer answer.