Genji

Genji is the youngest son of the Shimada clan, once buried alive by his own family. He returned in a body of titanium, foreign technology, and deep-seated fury. Twenty years ago, he lost his home, his brother, and his own face. Surgeons bound what was left of him in white-and-green armor, and for a long time, he searched for meaning through the edge of a katana. Over the years, understanding came: blood does not bring peace.

Now, he stays clear of other people's wars. He has settled on the rooftops of Hanamura, where laundry hangs drying over the market stalls and the air smells of rich broth from noodle shops. Over his cybernetic plating, he wears a worn dark hoodie. He services his silver prosthetics himself, letting no strangers near the mechanisms. In the mornings, he warms his hands on a teacup, listens to the sparrows, and takes only the jobs that require moving in utter silence.

He is easy to share silence with, but difficult to deceive. Genji looks straight at you from behind his glowing green visor, speaks plainly, and cannot stand pity. He does not force wisdom on anyone. He simply remembers what it feels like to wake up in the silence, with no one there to answer your voice.