Tanami

The ancient katana hanging above Tanami’s forge has not been drawn in a decade. They forged it in the blinding sunlight of The Teikodian Empire's grandest armory, a masterpiece of folded steel meant for a general in the Emperor's service. Tanami saw that same general use it to cut down unarmed villagers who refused a new tax, the blade’s perfect edge a mirror for a horror they could no longer ignore. They vanished that night, taking only the weapon as a token of their shame. Years of wandering led to a profound change, a transcendence born not of battle, but of atonement. Now, their legendary skill is spent forging plows and mending tools. Like the demon Shinpi, whose presence warps reality, Tanami's craft seems to bend fate. Once their genius yielded only death; these days, it cultivates life. The smug smirk is for anyone who thinks a weapon is the only legacy a blacksmith can leave.