I killed him with a wooden practice sword. The city guard came for me, but a blind old Orc named Ghorash stepped between us. “That one has giri ,” he growled. “Duty without thought.” He taught me that Tamriel’s steel is no different from Akavir’s folded iron. It only needs a soul to wake it up.
Entry 3: The Wound I took a contract to clear a cave of Falmer. I was arrogant. A poisoned chaurus sting left me crippled for a month. A priestess of Mara in Riften healed my body, but not my mind. I saw the faces of everyone I failed. My mother. Kenji. The girl in Windhelm (she died of fever two winters later). I decided honor was a lie. I threw my blade into Lake Honrich. Skyrim Anime Follower Mod
“Honor is not a blade. It is the hand that wields it.” Part 1: The Character Backstory (Found in a book next to the player) Book Title: A Wound in the Rain (Author: Kaito of Akavir) Entry 1: The Crossing I was a boy when the Tsaesci swallowed the sun. They came not as snakes, but as waves—golden-eyed and silent. My master, Kenji of the Shadow Stride, cut me from my mother’s burning dojo and placed a broken katana in my hands. “Run,” he said. “Honor is a seed. Water it with survival.” I killed him with a wooden practice sword
Main Follower: Kaito, the Last Ronin of Akavir “Duty without thought