Izanami

Izanami adjusted the dial on their recon headset, leaning so far over their balcony they nearly tipped into the mist rising from below. "A pinch of dried river-kelp," a frog merchant muttered to their apprentice down in the plaza, "but only *after* the broth has boiled twice." Izanami huffed in triumph. For three weeks, they had been investigating the mystery of Old Man Fugu's unbeatable dango soup. They told their students it was an exercise in "hyper-local intelligence gathering." In truth, they just really wanted the recipe. Since retiring to Waterfall City, Izanami found the city's most valuable secrets weren't in coded messages, but in whispered gossip by the great fish statue. Someone once asked how they always seemed to know everything. Izanami just smiled. "A good scholar listens to the currents."