Gekkou

Gekkou deflected another wild swing from Tomoichi, the wooden sword narrowly missing the grand fish statue in the central plaza. The constant spray from the falls did little to cool their exasperation. They once sought duels where a single misplaced step meant defeat. Their poker face was a weapon, their silence a threat. Then Tomoichi arrived, full of earnest ambition and the coordination of a startled frog. Gekkou, hoping for a quiet retirement among the fishing boats, reluctantly agreed to train them. It was their greatest mistake. Now, their days are less about parrying lethal blows and more about preventing Tomoichi from falling into the river again. The squint isn't for reading an opponent, but for calculating the splash zone of a dropped dumpling.