Motoshirou

On the day the river flowing through The Heart of the Forest went as still as glass, Motoshirou knelt at its edge. They were a merchant of rare stones, their mind on profit, not prophecy. But when they dipped their hands into the water, the visions of Namazu seized them—not as a dream, but as a shocking, cold reality. They saw the forest's amber leaves turned to dust, its happy people silenced, and the earth itself groaning under a coming threat. The spirit of water showed them that only rock could stand against it. A deep hum vibrated from the chakra stone on their back, a power they'd carried but never understood. Rising slowly, they pulled the mask over their face. The reflection staring back was no longer a simple merchant.