Yoshinaga

That one? Stood in the last line with Yukimura, or so the story goes. Yoshinaga hears the whispers from their ramen stall in Waterfall City but never looks up. They lost their taste for war on a field of ash and silence, where the only prize for victory was the right to count the dead. The sword on their back is no longer a weapon; it is a headstone for the life they left behind. After the fighting ended, they walked until the sound of the great falls drowned out the ringing in their ears. They traded a life of taking for a life of giving. They discovered a deeper wisdom in the steam rising from a bowl of noodles than they ever found at the edge of a blade. The stars in their eyes are not memories of battle, but dreams of a perfectly toasted marshmallow.