Kuwajirou

Every morning, Kuwajirou adjusts the salmon headpiece, ensuring its vacant eye stares straight ahead. To the few who brave the jagged mountain passes, they are a welcome, if bizarre, sight: a grinning, white-furred traveler who seems immune to the oppressive gloom. They offer tales of faraway cities and seem to find genuine joy in the constant, foul rain. But this cheer is a finely crafted weapon. Beneath the grin, Kuwajirou is an agent of the Cult of Kaze, observing everything. The war paint is a private vow to the bloody path Momochi forged. The salmon is their banner—a symbol of one who swims against the current, finding strength in the upstream struggle toward a new, darker order.