Junrokurou

The River's Friend, the fisherfolk call them. Junrokurou spends their days near the lower docks of Waterfall City, a spot of bright red fox-beanie against the constant mist. Newcomers are often unsettled by their glowing eyes, but the locals know better. They saw Junrokurou use their carved cane not for fighting, but to steady a wobbly market stall during a sudden gust. They've watched them point out the exact spot where a child's lost wooden fish was snagged on a rock. Junrokurou rarely speaks, offering only a slight nod and a twitch of their whiskers. The city has its grand warriors in the temples above, but down by the water, it has a quiet, steady kindness.