Etsuyoshi

Etsuyoshi remembers the look on Sourukipa’s face more than the weight of the Mega Sabre they received. It was a mix of disbelief and profound respect. The exiled sword seeker had been cornered in a sealed chamber deep within The Dojo, but Etsuyoshi didn’t draw a weapon. They just sat down, pulled out bread and a jar of jam, and started eating. The pursuers, sentinels of the archive, simply stopped, baffled by the bizarre sight. This was all the opening Sourukipa needed to escape. Afterwards, the grateful warrior gave them the blade, saying only, “Your kind of shield is rare.” These days, Etsuyoshi is never without their lucky plant or a snack. No one knows if it was an act of tactical genius or pure, dumb luck. Etsuyoshi just smiles behind their shades and offers them a slice.