Rururin

In Waterfall City, they say the constant roar of the falls washes away doubt, leaving only purpose. For generations, Rururin’s family served that purpose one bowl at a time, their ramen stall a fixture in the lower plaza. But stories travel on the river, and one tale caught fire in Rururin’s heart: the quest of Sourukipa, the exiled seeker. The story of a sword that could bring back a leader spoke to something ancient within them. They traded their ladle for an ancient sabre, repurposed their broth-heater into a flamethrower, and donned shades to hide the burning conviction in their eyes. They follow Sourukipa’s path not as a companion, but as a silent guardian, ensuring the way remains clear for the one who walks ahead.