Ametarou

Three days after they left their family's katana resting against the pale stone of the temple in Waterfall City, Ametarou carved their first cane. They had spent a lifetime learning the honorable forms, the duelist's stance, the weight of a legacy. It felt like a lifetime of learning how to be seen. But then they met Tokumei in the shadowed alleys below the main plaza, who spoke not of glory, but of roots and foundations. Tokumei taught them that the truest strength is the kind no one ever sings about. So they adopted the kitsune mask, not to hide a face, but to erase a history. These days, they walk the city's outskirts, their carved cane a steady rhythm on the wet rock, a quiet guardian whose greatest victories go entirely unnoticed.