Tometarou

The lucky plant on Tometarou's head is the only thing Miritsu can't predict. In the sparring yards of The Teikodian Empire, Tometarou's cybernetic eyes process every variable: Miritsu’s stance, the wind speed, the wear on their katana's grip. But Miritsu's movements are pure instinct, a wildness that defies calculation. Tometarou chose enhancement to gain an edge, to finally surpass the one rival who always felt a step ahead. Yet, for every duel Tometarou wins through cold analysis, Miritsu wins another with an impossible, fluid counter. They never speak of it, but they are each other’s reason for training until their muscles burn. Miritsu is the ghost in Tometarou’s machine, the chaotic variable that proves logic isn't everything.