Bunshirou

Bunshirou slurped the last noodle from their bowl, the broth warming them against the alley’s chill. Even in the forgotten corners of The Teikodian Empire, the light from the golden palace spires painted the steam rising from their meal. Their Seifuku felt too clean for this part of the city, a stark reminder of their status as a trainee. Every night, they pored over schematics and patrol routes, their glasses reflecting the capital's secrets. They learned that power here was taken in quiet moments. Surrounded by the city's masses, Bunshirou felt a stark isolation, a feeling they'd heard whispered about the solitary Eirian—the sense of carrying a burden no one else could see. Wiping their glasses, they left the coins on the counter. The summons was for tonight, their final test. What they would become after was anyone's guess.