Gurimu

The fishers down by the docks in Waterfall City swear Gurimu’s tactical flak jacket is less about stopping blades and more about insulating broth. They once faced down three armed bandits on the upper plaza, a tense standoff watched by a dozen merchants. Gurimu stood perfectly still, glasses glinting, one hand raised in a gesture the bandits took for the start of a forbidden spell. They broke and ran, terrified. In truth, Gurimu was just checking the wind direction, calculating if they had enough time to get to their favorite noodle stand before the lunch rush. The bamboo on their back isn't for crafting arrows; it's a rare, savory type they add to their tonkotsu. Every strategic victory is just a happy accident on the way to a full stomach.