Kyouhei

The smell of sulfur and bubbling rock was a poor substitute for the clean mountain streams Kyouhei missed. They were, by all accounts, a master angler whose real talent was listening for the subtle shift of a river trout from fifty paces. When they boasted of this skill in a tavern, a Panda Council recruiter overheard and promptly signed them up for an intelligence mission. Kyouhei was too polite to explain the misunderstanding. Now, stationed in The Underworld, they spend their days perched by lava pools, fishing rod dipped in magma, headset cranked high. Their reports are cryptic: "Unusual bubbling patterns in sector three," or "A low rumble... sounds like they're biting today." It's nonsense, but they once accidentally predicted a Soul Chaser ambush, so no one dares question the methods of the best "Intel Operative" on the force.