Minamijuuji

Minamijuuji has stared down tempests alongside the mighty Bjorn, but they cannot handle a simple 'good morning' from the fishmonger. Their Elder Armour gleams at the plaza in Waterfall City, a picture of stoic strength. Yet beneath the ninja mask, they are perpetually blushing. When a lost traveler asks for directions to the pale stone temple, Minamijuuji’s mind goes blank. They simply point a gauntleted finger toward the rushing water, forgetting words entirely. Fighting through storms was easier; the wind doesn’t expect small talk. They just take a long, nervous gulp from their water gourd, a habit formed to avoid speaking, and hope no one else approaches.