Kiyounosuke

Kiyounosuke remembered the weight of the last truly honest message they ever carried; it felt as light as a sparrow's feather. It was a simple supply request between masters, delivered with a smile. The next day, a vault was emptied, its guards conveniently reassigned by that very request. No one ever blamed the messenger, but Kiyounosuke connected the dots. The smile vanished. They earned their grey bandana at The Dojo with a new, unnerving focus that instructors mistook for discipline. It was, in fact, pure suspicion. Now, they are the most reliable courier, precisely because they assume every scroll is a lie. Their squinting eyes don't just read the road, they read intent. Their poker face hides a mind that games out every possible betrayal. They deliver every message perfectly, on time, all while convinced it contains a declaration of war or a map to a cursed tomb.