Okitomo

Okitomo was just trying to fish. They had found a quiet spot by the lake at The Dojo, a perfect place for carp, and had stuck a juicy worm on their head for easy access while rigging their line. Then Minamoto arrived, rallying warriors with a fiery speech. Minamoto spoke of patience, of waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Their gaze swept the crowd and landed on Okitomo, who stood perfectly still, shades hiding their eyes, focused intently on their bobber. “See there!” Minamoto bellowed, pointing. “That one understands! A mind so focused on the objective, they carry the very bait of their strategy for all to see!” The crowd roared. Okitomo has been treated as a tactical genius ever since, their stoicism mistaken for profound martial contemplation.