Rukako

Should a traveler wish to find the quietest spot in all of Waterfall City, they would be directed to Rukako. They sit by the lower pools, hat tipped just so, seemingly watching the fish dart beneath the spray. They carry the blood of Minamoto, a legacy of relentless liberation that feels a size too large for their quiet shoulders. But where their ancestor waged war against tyrants, Rukako wages a private war against haste and noise. Their battlefield is the surface of the water, their enemy the restless thought. Locals say they can read the future in the ripples, but Rukako is simply reading the present, a discipline more demanding than any sword form.