Yuima

Every morning, Yuima walks the bamboo-lined streets as the first purple hues light the sky. The adventure sword on their back feels heavier these days, a relic from a time they believed all answers could be found at the end of a blade. They left their high-altitude city chasing glory, seeking a power that would define them. But after countless journeys, they found only empty ruins and the quiet disappointment of a quest with no true purpose. They returned with little more than a new goatee and tired eyes, finding a different kind of strength not in steel, but in the stillness of watching the cherry blossoms in the freezing wind. The sword stays as a reminder of the person who left; the walks are for the person who returned.