Asato

Asato polished the head of their carved cane, not once looking up as Tomori’s boisterous laughter echoed from the sparring circle. They’d been a pair since childhood, two chimps who realized early that the sharpest blade at The Dojo wasn’t always made of steel. Tomori had the eyes for opportunity—a rare herb, a forgotten rumor, a warrior in need of a specific armament. Asato had the quiet patience to turn that opportunity into a deal that left everyone satisfied. While others trained for battle, they mastered a different kind of combat: the art of the trade. Tomori found the chaos, and Asato found the order within it. One always leading, the other always ready with a plan.