Kasaburou

Kasaburou keeps the finest noodle stall in all of Waterfall City. Every patron knows their warm smile, and their broth is said to soothe souls weary from the constant rush of the falls. But when the last customer leaves and the steam clears, they feel a different kind of hunger. It’s a low thrum that starts in the stone beneath their feet and resonates with the Rock Chakra on their back. In the quiet hours, they don’t test new recipes; they sneak to the riverbed and coax pebbles into floating spirals, feeling the city’s foundation whisper back. They are a geomancer in a chef's kimono, and the unease in their heart comes from a power better suited to a fortress wall than a soup kitchen.