Hideshirou

The bamboo cutters who work the high passes will tell you Hideshirou is just a stray, a shadow in a ragged jumper who cares only for noodles. They point at the silly ramen hat and laugh, but Hideshirou has heard it all, their unamused eyes taking in the whispers and the cold winds that whip through the city streets. They were never welcome among the elite. But when a territorial river spirit began pulling fishing boats under near the cherry blossom trees, the Panda Council's magic failed to locate it. Hideshirou, who had spent years watching the currents from the riverbanks, knew its feeding patterns. They didn't need spells. They just needed the right bait. The river is calm again, and the whispers about them have changed just a little.