Chimper #2718
Nobumitsu was once the worst swordsman in Waterfall City. While others’ blades sang in the misty air, theirs stumbled, earning only scorn from instructors and mockery from peers. One moonless night, driven by shame, they descended the great rock stairs to the city's lowest levels. There, where the river churns darkly, they offered their blade and their desperation to a forgotten water spirit whispered about in hushed tones. Something answered. The next dawn, Nobumitsu’s form was flawless, their strikes inhumanly fast. But their eyes held a chilling glow, and their words carried an echo of the depths. Feared for the source of their power, they were cast out. They now walk the misty outskirts, a master of the sword, their every move dictated by the thirsty entity they invited in.