Kokaze

The constant spray from the great cascade is the first thing Kokaze feels each morning in Waterfall City, a cool reminder of how far there is still to climb. They’ll tell anyone who asks that this carved cane is for advanced balance drills. But if they were being honest, truly honest, they would confess it’s to steady a faint tremor in their hands that never quite leaves after a long day of training. Everyone here sees a warm, friendly spirit, someone better suited for brokering deals with the fisher-frogs than for sparring. They don’t see the nights spent trying to force their body to learn a language of combat it refuses to speak fluently. The visor helps; it tints the world in a determined hue, hiding the flicker of doubt in their eyes. It is their private confession that they are not yet who they want to be.