Sazane

Sazane skewers another silver-bellied fish, the scent of charcoal and sweet glaze rising from their small stall by the lower docks of Waterfall City. An old fisher mending their nets will tell you Sazane appeared with the tide one year. No family, no past, just that captain's hat and the scar that cuts clean across their eye. 'Never seen them wield anything but that apple stick,' the fisher says, 'but they move like someone who knows how a blade feels. Quiet, too.' A child who saves their coin for one of Sazane's grilled apples will tell you something different. They say the food is magic—one bite makes a scraped knee better or helps you remember a forgotten song. They whisper Sazane was brewed in the same cauldron as the Potion Master Itame, but Sazane got all the kindness and Itame got all the fire.