Shouzaburou

Shouzaburou parried another frantic thrust, the clash of wood echoing over the roar of Waterfall City's cascade. They were not always this patient. Youth was a flurry of wild swings and bruised knuckles, brawling for coin in the lower plazas. Everything changed on the scorched plains, fighting back-to-back with Yukimura. They witnessed a brilliance in the haunted wanderer's blade, a lethal focus that pure rage could never match, and they saw it extinguished. They returned not with a thirst for vengeance, but with a profound stillness. They learned that a staff is not for striking first, but for ensuring there is no second blow. These days, they teach that a warrior’s greatest weapon isn’t the pole in their hands, but the calm behind their eyes.