Kyonyuu #1103

Kyonyuu was a scholar of horticulture. While their peer, Katana, sought to master the blade to surpass every living soul, Kyonyuu practiced only to understand its grace—the brushstroke of a perfect parry, the poetry of a silent step. Their gentle nature was meant for gardens, not garrisons. But talent, even unwanted, draws notice in The Teikodian Empire. An Imperial general saw their dispassionate precision in a sparring match and requisitioned their service. Now, they teach Imperial recruits in a cold, gilded courtyard. They perform their duties flawlessly, their face a mask of profound disinterest. The small, living plant on their head is not for luck; it is a cutting from a life they were forced to abandon, and the only student whose growth still brings them joy.