Yaejo

In the city that sprawls from the top of a waterfall to the river docks below, the annual Fish Broth Festival is a matter of life and death. This was a detail Yaejo was entirely unaware of when they arrived, hoping only to find a quiet fishing spot. But the sight of their ramen-shaped hat sent a jolt through the plaza. The festival organizers, who had been expecting a legendary culinary master, saw the hat and their gleeful expression and assumed Yaejo was their reclusive guest. Every attempt to clarify was mistaken for profound humility. Before they knew it, Yaejo was seated at the judge's table. Unable to refuse, they simply did what they knew best: judged each broth on the freshness of the fish. Their choice unseated a five-time champion, whose secret was using day-old ingredients. Hailed as a genius, Yaejo was gifted a new rod. They never did find that quiet spot.