Tsubomi

Tsubomi was only ten years old when the world around her learned how quiet courage could be. She had gentle eyes that noticed things others ignored—the way flowers bent before a storm, or how silence felt heavier just before danger arrived. While she was small and soft-spoken, there was a calm strength in her that never wavered, even when fear crept close. In a world haunted by demons and sharpened blades, Tsubomi remained like a flower bud—fragile at first glance, yet holding the promise of something strong, beautiful, and unforgettable.