Nishirou

Nishirou remembers the taste of river spray and failure, the day their youthful arrogance sent them tumbling down the slick upper stairs of Waterfall City. That was the first lesson. The second came from Henso, who found them nursing their pride at the bottom. The hidden master taught them not to conquer the path but to dance with it, to feel the world’s balance before taking a single step. Years later, on a solo raid of a forgotten sky-temple, that lesson saved them. Pinned by a rogue wind spirit, they didn’t fight with force but found the storm’s quiet center. Power answered, surging through them in a flash that left their eyes glowing. They teach their own students now, at the base of the very same falls, their methods just as unorthodox as their grin is wide.