Nerori

The smell of wet stone and river spray hangs over every debate Nerori has. Since their earliest days training in Waterfall City's pale stone temple, they have had a shadow, a rival who challenged every lesson. For every ancient scroll Nerori committed to memory, upholding the traditions of Sensei, their rival would invent a new technique to counter it. The scar bisecting Nerori’s eyebrow is a reminder of the one time their competition went too far—a sparring match on the slick stairs where both nearly tumbled into the rapids below. They caught each other. That shared moment of terror forged their rivalry into something stronger. These days, their contests are the city's finest entertainment, a perfect balance of discipline and impulse that makes both of them sharper than they could ever be alone.