Kururi

How does one teach a storm to be still? For Kururi, a trainee whose every instinct screamed for action, the answer came not in a dojo but over a steaming bowl of noodles. The instructors in the great city high upon the mountain saw only defiance; a wielder of an ancient sabre who moved too fast and thought too little amidst the freezing winds. But Monku saw hunger. The wise mentor never spoke of combat, only of broth that could not be rushed. Kururi spent weeks watching, learning that the patience to wait for flavor to deepen was the same patience needed before a strike. The green uniform is their duty and the blade their skill, but the Ramen Hat they wear is their greatest lesson.