Shumei

Every morning, Shumei performs the same ritual. They fasten their ninja mask, push their glasses up their nose, and stare at a poorly drawn sketch of Uragirimono. They whisper a vow of vengeance for a betrayal they only read about in a smuggled scroll. Then, their throat goes completely dry. The grand quest for justice is immediately postponed by the more urgent quest for hydration. Their attempts at stealthy reconnaissance through the bamboo-lined streets are often just convoluted routes to the city's best tea houses. Once, they spent a whole day tracking a Panda Council member, not for information, but because they heard the diplomat knew a place that served iced water with cherry blossom petals. Vengeance is a thirsty business.