Chiisa

After their third loss to Katana in a public duel, Chiisa did not retreat to a dojo to sharpen their steel. They retreated to a shadowed workshop in the underbelly of The Teikodian Empire and commissioned a pair of shades, the lenses cut from smoked obsidian. They were a concession: if they could not match Katana’s eyes in a fight, they would simply deny them the chance. These days, Chiisa’s battles are not for honor but for contracts, their opponents not warriors but ministers. They wield influence like a blade, their expression perpetually hidden, their gaze a guarded secret. The trusty katana on their back is a reminder of the one arena they couldn't conquer, and the shades are the proof they found another.