Mezura

The fishers who work the boats at the bottom of the great falls will tell you the ramen wasn't knocked over in a fight. They saw the whole thing: Mezura was simply demonstrating a training stance on the wet stone of the plaza when their feet went out from under them. The bowl landed perfectly upside down on their head. They haven’t moved since, maintaining a perfect poker face as noodles drip onto their shoulders. It’s hard for newcomers to believe this is the same warrior who charged alongside Yuji into the blinding light of the webway, their bamboo batch a blur of protective strikes. But the locals know. After a long silence, Mezura plucks a piece of pork from their ear and offers it to a giggling frog merchant.