Otoshirou

On the day they received the scroll meant for Hensō, Otoshirou was little more than a whisper with a sword. They moved with the silent, honorbound discipline of a true warrior, their mission the only thing that mattered. But the path was compromised, and they were forced to take cover in the last place anyone would look for a deadly agent: the kitchens of The Dojo. Trading their katana for a cleaver, they discovered a new kind of code. There was honor in feeding hungry trainees, and a strange joy in the chaos of a dinner rush. The playful artisan everyone knows now was born in the steam of a ramen pot. Their ninja mask is perfect for chopping onions, but the adventure sword on their back is no prop, and the scroll remains unopened.