Yunaha

Yunaha was taught that swords were for display. In their life as a noble, a blade was a symbol of status, polished but never drawn. That life ended in a single night of betrayal and fire. Now, at The Dojo, they are a walking contradiction. They wear a fine pink yukata into the dusty training yard and apply stark war paint before morning meditation, a ritual no one dares question. Fellow students see a mismatched novice, but masters see something else in their wrinkled, weary expression. Yunaha doesn't fight to win spars or earn prestige. They fight with a desperate, brutal efficiency, trying to overwrite the memories of surviving with the discipline of a true warrior.