Takajirou

Takajirou remembers the silence after the black-and-white flame vanished, more than the sound of its arrival. They came to The Underworld as a cartographer of spirits, patient and methodical, believing every entity could be understood. That belief lasted until they witnessed a Soul Chaser unmake a life—not just end it, but erase it from existence. The shock froze on their face and never left. Others say they share a primal bond with warriors like Yaban-hito, and maybe that’s true. They wear the paint now not to frighten others, but to remember the part of them that screamed when they could not. Their visor, once for observing distant stars from a tranquil peak, now serves only to find the next hiding place. Wisdom isn't about knowing things; it's about knowing what to run from.