Rokka

Rokka did not come to Waterfall City for the fighting. They came for the quiet, the steady roar of the falls that drowned out everything else, and the simple pleasure of reading scrolls with a flask of strawberry milk. Their glasses were for deciphering faded ink, not for spotting an opponent's weakness. Then Aoi arrived, speaking not of grand battles, but of what lay beneath the rushing water—forgotten technology, future currents. Aoi never asked Rokka to become a warrior; they only asked what secrets the river held. The question took root. These days, Rokka still spends their time by the water, but the bamboo they carry isn't for leisure. They've become a different kind of angler, a fighter who hooks threats long before they ever reach the shore.