Natsuyo

The gilded armor they inherited marks them as a general, but Natsuyo’s greatest ambition is perfecting a shio ramen broth. They spend their days near the lower docks, where the mist from the great falls keeps the air cool and the scent of fried fish hangs heavy. Everyone who passes their small stall sees the polished Mega Sabre on their back and assumes they are some retired hero, a legend taking a well-earned rest. Natsuyo just blushes and focuses on the noodles. The one time a dispute broke out amongst the frog merchants, all eyes turned to them. Instead of drawing the blade, they offered everyone a bowl on the house. The argument was forgotten over the sublime flavor. Their ancestor's armor may protect their body, but it is Natsuyo's ramen that guards the peace of the docks.