Nireko

Nireko remembers the exact moment the rock on their back first hummed with life. It wasn't in some grand battle or a tense standoff, but during a particularly heated stone-skipping contest by the lower docks of Waterfall City. Before that day, they were just another brawler, quick with a laugh and quicker with their fists. But the chakra didn't just grant power; it gave them weight. It anchored them, forcing them to feel the city not just as a current to ride but as a foundation to stand upon. That’s when they took up the pipe. Not for the smoke, but for the pause it demands. Power isn't about the strike; it’s about knowing which rock will stand firmest when the water comes rushing through.