Kichiyo

The quietest trainee at the pale stone temple is the one they call Kichiyo. They practice katas with a deliberate clumsiness, dropping their practice sword just a little too often. But anyone watching closely would see the truth: the recovery is always flawless, the balance never truly lost. They wear a simple tee, trying to blend in with the fishers and boatwrights in the lower districts of Waterfall City, but their sharp, rebellious eyes miss nothing. The instructors praise their dedication while privately noting the unnerving speed with which they learn—or rather, remember. They never speak of where they came from before arriving with the morning mist, and no one has dared to ask why a novice has the calloused hands of a master.