Jiyuu

The trinket sellers along the river will tell you Jiyuu’s wares are stolen from forgotten shrines, each one carrying a sliver of bad luck. They point to the greatblade on Jiyuu's back—a Dragonslayer, they call it—and whisper that no simple merchant needs such a weapon amidst the bamboo and cherry blossoms. But Jiyuu’s heresy isn't about stolen gods; it's an obsession, a private doctrine centered on a single name: Karasu. Every deal they make, every rumor they purchase with a coin or a secret, is just another step on a path that leads only to the Feathered Warlord. Yesterday, they sold their entire stock for a single, tattered map. Today, their stall is empty.