Kajishirou carefully honed a tiny filleting knife against the glowing flat of their Mega Sabre, the screech of metal echoing in the otherwise silent Imperial pantry. The door flew open and a palace guard stumbled in, not flinching at Kajishirou’s undead glow. “Just the usual,” the guard announced, grabbing a rice ball. They were the only one in The Teikodian Empire who treated Kajishirou like a person, not a relic. The artisan’s unease never fully vanished, but it lessened around this loud, living friend. “You know,” the guard once said with a full mouth, “you adapted to this kitchen life faster than anyone. Like that Hen'i-tai they whisper about, always changing.” Kajishirou just nodded, adjusting their old Captain's hat. Their past life was a battle; this one was just quieter.
Name
Kajishirou
Owner
0xE7EfA8Bb7642CB7eb57AE5E689F8642746f11cA9
ID#4583
Rarity
X-HI:7%
Background
Frosty White
X-HI:11%
Outfit
Food Apron
EX:2%
Head
Captain's Hat
EX:1%
Type
Undead
EX:3%
Eyes
Undead Glow