Renzaburou

The fishers of Waterfall City say Renzaburou moves with the calm certainty of deep water, yet they carry the expression of someone who just saw the sky crack open. "A walking contradiction," the boatwrights mutter while mending their nets. "They honor the legacy of the great isolationist, Giri, but live among the noise of the busiest city in the realm." Last month, a brawl spilled out of the plaza near the great fish statue. While guards shouted and merchants scattered, Renzaburou stood still, pole held loose. Then, three swift, silent motions, and it was over. But the look on their face wasn't triumph. It was raw panic, as if the cheering crowd was a far greater threat than the brawlers. They fight not for glory, but for the moment of silence after the last opponent falls.