Otsurou

Every morning before the markets of Waterfall City stir, Otsurou polishes their ancient sabre. To the other trainees at the plaza, they are a quiet, wrinkled elder in a simple tee, fumbling through basic forms. They are unassuming, easily overlooked. No one suspects their hands know the same forgotten techniques that once drove Kodai into a berserk rage, a power that could shatter the city's pale stone temple. Otsurou carries this knowledge not as a weapon, but as a cage, their simple life a necessary disguise. The sabre is the only truth they permit themself, a link to a past too dangerous to ever be spoken of. The blade remembers a master; the city only sees a student.