Konosuke

Konosuke was supposed to inherit a ramen stall. Their great-grandparent, however, made a binding promise, sealed by the ancient sabre now strapped to Konosuke's back. To settle the generations-old debt, one of their bloodline had to train at The Dojo. So they traded a steaming ladle for cold steel, wearing layers against the mountain chill instead of a simple apron. They master every lesson in stealth and sabotage with the same quiet focus they once applied to perfecting broth. Instructors praise their talent. But behind the mask, Konosuke's squinting eyes aren't searching for threats—they're judging everyone's posture, convinced they could all use a good, hot meal.