Yomoki

When the freezing winds whipping through the bamboo-lined streets claimed their family's last shipment, Yomoki was left with nothing but a formal shirt, a loose tie, and a flask of strawberry milk. The other merchants saw a child, offering condolences but no real help. For a while, Yomoki was just that: a lost, sweet-faced failure. But survival sharpens the senses. When a rival tried to buy their last heirloom—a small chakra stone—for a pittance, Yomoki didn't cry. They took a long, slow sip of milk, looked the rival dead in the eye through their azure visor, and quietly pointed out three flaws in their competitor's own wares. The sweet demeanor never cracked. These days, the tie is immaculate, and the strawberry milk is always present during negotiations. It reminds others of the last person who made the mistake of underestimating them.