Clan Hisakari
Name: @Clan Hisakari (久狩家)
Description:
Once the jewel of @Retsudō-no-Kuni – The Broken Spine , Clan Hisakari stood as paragons of nobility—refined, poetic, and resolute. Their estates were built with symmetry, their duels fought with elegance, and their court halls echoed with verse instead of orders. But elegance, when left unguarded, invites envy—and ambition.
Betrayed from within during the waning days of the Shogunate, the clan shattered into factions, each claiming to hold the true flame of Hisakari honor. What remains now is a house splintered into whispers and ceremonial ghosts. In ruined villas and forgotten academies, their blood feuds echo through lacquered silence.
Symbol: A falling camellia over crossed dueling blades.
Leadership:
No unified head. Faction leaders vie subtly for legitimacy
Initiation Rites:
Poem of Blood – a verse composed after one’s first duel.
Mirror Oath – binding one’s name to ancestral honor before a lacquered shrine.
Inkmark – calligraphy tattoo of the family verse inscribed on the back.
Camellia Wake – witnessing a fallen blossom in silence, acknowledging impermanence.
Values & Tenets:
Elegance is not weakness—it is discipline perfected.
A duel reveals more than a thousand scrolls.
Honor fractured is still sharper than steel.
Memory is the truest inheritance.
Recruitment:
Born, betrothed, or rescued. Rarely do outsiders join, and when they do, it is through marriage or long years of servitude. Some war-orphans are adopted and trained in the old arts to preserve the dying ways.
Operations:
Each Hisakari remnant acts independently: dueling circles, ceremonial guards-for-hire, and ancestral curators. Some serve lords in disguise, others plot reunification. Occasionally, they reunite—only to fracture again.
Reputation:
Respected for their artistry, pitied for their ruin. Hisakari blades are prized, their poetry copied, but their politics avoided. To duel a Hisakari is to bleed beautifully. To trust one is to gamble on a ghost.
Known Rivals or Threats:
The @Bannerless who house former Hisakari turned away from oaths.
@Kakureta’s Imperialists , whose silence during the betrayal is not forgotten.
Themselves—their greatest enemy is their own pride.
Whispers Say:
"A Hisakari does not fall—they descend."
"They write eulogies for the living."
"Their masks are heavier than helmets."
"To bow to one is to invite a verse—and a blade."
"They duel not for victory, but to be remembered."