Suiin

Scavengers who pick through the skeletal remains of ancient beasts whisper that Suiin's forge isn't fired by coal, but by the storm itself. They claim the oceanic flow of their hair is no mere style, but a direct link to the endless rain, and that the roar they unleash can shatter the magical fog that chokes the valleys. It is a level of mastery that few, save perhaps Musashi in their prime, could ever comprehend. They are not smithing swords from scrap; they are coaxing life back into the blighted stone, using a strange, delicate wand to soothe the land's rage. No one knows what they are truly building out on those scorched plateaus. But sometimes, when the winds die down, you can hear a sound that does not belong there: not hammering, but humming.