Fukami

Fukami did not come to The Dojo to master the blade or to earn a legendary bandana. They came for the rich soil near the lake, perfect for cultivating the rare herb that serves as their lucky plant. While other trainees spend hours polishing steel, Fukami tends to their small garden patch, their apple stick propped against a nearby rock. In sparring matches, they look permanently stunned by the flashy techniques of their opponents. They will watch a flurry of attacks, then calmly use their stick to hook an ankle or disrupt a stance, ending the bout without a single dramatic flourish. With a quiet side smile, they often offer the loser an apple. Victory is not the goal; it is simply a byproduct of a very grounded, practical approach to everything.