Dafune

Dafune remembered sharing strawberry milk with their sibling Yayoki under a cherry blossom tree, where the only real danger was a spilled carton. That memory felt a world away from the gilded halls of The Teikodian Empire, where the sunlight itself felt strategic and cold. While Yayoki mastered the art of the veiled threat and the perfectly neutral expression, Dafune mastered tripping over priceless carpets and offering snacks to stone-faced guards. Everyone dismissed them as a harmless fool from the provinces, a playful distraction. This was their greatest weapon. No one paid any mind to the wide-eyed warrior humming battle songs in shadowed corridors, the one who saw the daggers hidden in smiles because they were too innocent to look for anything else.