Numiko

The constant mist from the falls, smelling of wet stone and river fish, clings to everything in Waterfall City, including Numiko's new, unintended headwear. They are of the same banished tribe as Sourukipa, supposedly on a solemn quest to reclaim their people's lost honor. But Numiko's personal quest today was for noodles, and a slippery stairwell near the central plaza made it a memorable one. The spilt ramen now steams gently on their head, its broth dripping onto their raspberry pink visor. They don't seem to mind. The fearsome war paint is just a smear of chili oil, and their grin is entirely genuine. They believe honor is found not just in grand battles, but in enjoying the journey. After all, their Mega Sabre has proven far more useful for slicing stubborn bamboo shoots than for fighting. That, to Numiko, is its own kind of wisdom.