Minato

Trainees at The Dojo whisper that Minato was once more than a quiet archivist. They say Minato was a revered sensei, whose interpretations of ancient combat scrolls were considered revolutionary. That was before a promising student, following Minato’s teachings on spirit energy, was utterly consumed by it during a prestige battle. Stripped of their title and students, Minato’s quiet fury is not for the council that judged them, but for the single, devastating moment of scholarly pride that led to ruin. The strawberry milk they always carry was a gift from that student. Each sip is a sweet, agonizing reminder of the innocence they failed to protect and a debt they can never fully repay.