Fukuyoshi

The constant mist from the cascades of Waterfall City always smelled of wet stone and opportunity, but to Fukuyoshi, it just smelled like work. They never wanted the Dragonslayer Blade. They were content running a small food stall near the city's grand fish statue, making deals with frog merchants for the day's best catch. But when a territorial sky-beast nested atop the pale stone temple, it was Fukuyoshi who foolishly grabbed the forgotten sword propped against the wall. They won, somehow, and the city celebrated. These days, they carry the blade and the heavy honor that comes with it, a duty people compare to the code of Ryu-senshi. Fukuyoshi just wishes dragons weren't so disruptive to the local fishing.