Kimiri catches the glint of a polished blade from a passing guard and their hand instinctively twitches towards the Sakura Katana on their back. The motion is old, a ghost of a life spent in shadows and for coin. Here in the bustling plazas of Waterfall City, they sell trinkets and river stones, their judging eyes now used to assess a customer’s offer, not their vital points. They were once a whisper, an artist whose medium was blood. But a contract went wrong, a life taken that unraveled their own. Henso found them adrift in the aftermath, offering not forgiveness, but a new purpose. Their subsequent ascension was not a surge of rage, but the quiet dawn of control. They started teaching, their methods as sharp and critical as their old self, but aimed at building discipline, not dismantling lives. The katana is a reminder of the price of their peace.
Name
Kimiri
Owner
0xE4BA0CA6907eF51f770be24053DdDCb19c3aA943
ID#1294
Rarity
EX:3%
Type
Charcoal Grey
X-HI:14%
Head
Fiery Mohawk
EX:1%
Back
Sakura Katana
EX:1%
Mouth
Deadpan
EX:1%
Eyes
Judging