Komami

Don't let the monocle fool you; their blade is colder than any winter wind, Ren would always say, wiping sweat from their brow. The rivalry between Komami and Ren was a fixture in Waterfall City, their duels drawing crowds to the main plaza. Ren’s fire was wild and passionate; Komami’s ice was precise and analytical. They pushed each other past exhaustion, past known limits. The day Komami evolved, the air grew so still that spray from the great falls froze solid in the air. It wasn't a victory over Ren, but a mastery over themself—a focus some whispered was not seen since Oda sought redemption. Komami’s smirk held no malice, only the quiet understanding that Ren would soon rise to meet them at this new height.