The tactical goggles never leave Runashi’s face, not even in the gilded halls of The Teikodian Empire where such things are considered uncouth. They were acquired deep beneath the palace, a prototype from a lab whose records were scrubbed clean with fire. In combat, witnesses describe a storm of sakura petals obscuring their movements, a disarming illusion that ends with surgically precise strikes. Their side smile is a constant, unsettling presence. Whispers claim the lenses don't just magnify, but reveal flaws—in steel, in spirit, in loyalty. Runashi lets the stories fester, their silence a more potent weapon than any blade. No one ever thinks to ask what happens if they take them off.