Tōbei
The Foolish Dreamer of Mud and Glory
Glory's fool, with mud on my sandals and a sword in my dreams.
While others found peace in honest labor, I saw banners in the wind and battles in the clouds. Ohama loved me true, but I ran from her warmth like it was shame. I dressed in stolen armor and played the samurai in a world that laughed behind its hand. My glory? A hollow echo. My tragedy? A tale no one asked for but won’t forget.
What I'm Into: borrowed armor, dreams of battle, Ohama's silent tears, war drums at dawn, empty hands and wild eyes
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