Mifuki

Mifuki's teachers praise their patience, but the katana on their back was not earned through calm meditation. It was pulled from a fallen mentor’s grip on a day Mifuki desperately tries to forget—the same day they lost their eye. Now, the freezing winds that whip through the high-altitude streets don’t seem to touch them. While other trainees share stories by the river, Mifuki stands alone, the frog patch a constant, physical reminder of their failure. Their intense focus isn't a sign of discipline; it's shame, honed into a weapon. They walk Musashi's solitary path not to seek greatness, but because they believe they are unworthy of walking beside anyone else until they can finally become the protector they should have been.