Kenhiko

The fishers down by the roaring base of Waterfall City will tell you Kenhiko is a tactical genius, a master of chaotic misdirection. They recall when a hulking frog brute was menacing the plaza. Kenhiko stepped in, pole held steady, embodying a quiet strength reminiscent of Monku. But their first lunge caught a string of wind chimes, sending their pole swinging wildly. It hooked a vendor’s net, catapulting a dozen slippery eels onto the flagstones. The brute took one step, slid, and knocked themself out cold against the great fish statue. The crowd roared for the brilliant plan. They say the lucky plant on Kenhiko’s head guided the whole thing. Kenhiko just grins, happy it all worked out again.