Hidemi

Hidemi polished the dull practice blade by the roaring base of the city's falls, mutton chops twitching as they tried to catch their gleeful reflection in the steel. Years later, in the main plaza of Waterfall City, they drew that same sword not to fight, but to carve a perfect, swimming fish from a piece of driftwood for a crying froglet. Their instructor had despaired, saying a blade was for severing, not creating. But Hidemi found harmony in the old forms, turning deadly katas into a dance performed each morning at the pale stone temple. They remain a trainee, forever learning the art of a peaceful sword. Their blade has never tasted blood, but it has carved countless smiles onto the faces of the city's children.