Junpei

The fishers who work the lower docks will tell you Junpei was disarmed in three moves flat, right in the center of the plaza with the giant fish statue. They’ll describe the glint of the opponent’s blade off Junpei’s azure visor, the polite bowler hat tumbling onto the stone, and the brief, stunned look on their face. What they missed was the calculation that replaced the shock. Junpei had come to this city of roaring water and rock-hewn stairs for one reason: Katana once trained here. To become a rival, Junpei reasoned, one must first become a student of their opponent's past. Every duel, every humiliating defeat, was just another lesson. As they bent to retrieve their katana, the only thought was not of failure, but of the new data just acquired.