Drifting Soul

a wandering samurai with a calm and gentle, but rebellious nature

”occasionally, he opens his mouth and flowers come out instead of words”

loves poetry. if he feels inspired, he might write a haiku for you! but don’t put him on the spot

has an incredibly keen sense of hearing and smell. he’s basically impossible to sneak up on. he also might tell your muse something like they “smell like stars.” that’s pretty normal for him

looks a little young for his age, but he started a rebellion and can drink most pirates under the table (but not a certain bard, apparently). his compact size helps him use his wind powers to toss himself into the air. love a short king

hardly ever stays in one place too long. prefers wandering and sleeping outside

Though this island and its people were fairly new to him, the trees and their pixies reminded him so strongly of Inazuma and the bake-danuki that Kazuha was unexpectedly drawn to any event the pixies might host... Which was how he found himself currently deep in the woods with a teacup pig. While he was used to foraging for food, the idea of working with a trained pig was a new and welcome one, as he was more accustomed to boars charging him if he forgot himself and wandered too close.

When the little animal dashed through a thicket, presumably having sensed something Kazuha could not, he was happy to follow. Entering the clearing, he found his pig snout-to-snout with another over a golden truffle they seemed to both have found at the same time. Near the other pig was a young blonde woman who stood with a noble air and beheld the scene with the eyes of a fighter.

“I see this prize is contested.” Personally, Kazuha saw no reason to fight over the truffle when there were most likely more around and hoped the young lady felt the same - though he did appreciate the spirited attitude of the little pigs.

what a wild patch for kazuha tho

The ronin could feel the scene before him crystallize in his mind. Carefully, he gathered the moment up and carved it into a haiku.

“The sea waves thunder

Echoes hearts before battle,

Thy rival renown.” 

Though he did not know the young man, the other smelled of iron and steel even under the strong scent of salty sea. To Kazuha’s sharp eyes, his new ally had the stance of a practiced fighter.

"It's my honor to fight with you, even if so... informally," Kazuha says as his foam sword wobbles in his hand. He isn’t exactly sure how he managed to get swept up in a double battle with foam swords on floating rafts, but a good spar would keep his skills sharp and his teammate at least seemed an interesting sort.

Having spent the last year of his life traveling the land and seas, Kazuha has long been used to the company of... more weathered souls. Many of his crewmates aboard the Alcor had eye-patches, and Kazuha himself has spent his fair share of nights sleeping under the stars. All this to say, the reason the samurai's gaze lingered in the direction of the young man was purely due to the two-headed, four-winged seagull perched precariously near the other’s table.

The unique fauna of the island seemed to be drawn to the locals cooking a large amount of food in an outdoor space. Most of the animal guests had kept a respectful distance under Kazuha’s interested gaze, but this particularly courageous bird was glaring daggers at the food set before the gangly young man.

"Excuse me," Kazuha began, "I believe that gull intends to steal your sandwh-"

✔ Kazuha’s story quest? done! ✔ Kazuha’s mirage? done! ✔ Kazuha’s blog? updated! -- replies and starter call? soon!

“The wind tells me that today should be a day of celebration for you, yet I hear no sounds of festivities-” is how Kazuha chose to begin his conversation with Childe after the taller man answered his door. The first part wasn’t strictly speaking the truth. His alternate self knowing Childe’s double was actually the main source of Kazuha’s information, but the samurai didn’t wish to unnecessarily burden Childe’s obviously already troubled mind with that information right now.

“After meeting you, I find it difficult to believe that even a Harbinger of destruction - such as you - has wrought so much wrong that you deserve to isolate yourself today of all days.”

Smile now tinged with amusement, Kazuha begins to walk away before turning and beckoning to Childe with gesture.

Perhaps it was simply the wind whispering in his ear, but he felt as if the softly blinking lights were pleading with him. He was overcome with a sudden desire to grant these slow-moving friends a greater freedom of movement on this windless night.

Kazuha raised his bandaged palm, summoning a small whirlwind composed carefully of gentle breezes and the little lights flocked to it. Soon, the ronin had a large gathering of fireflies, changing colors in a dizzying show as they rode the gentle currents.

Watching these swirls of lights, a haiku sprang into the samurai’s mind and flowed through his lips unbidden.

“‘Beneath midnight sky

Drifted drops of astral light