Yotsuna

The most sought-after teacher in Waterfall City carries no sword, only an apple stick. Students climb the stone stairs to the main plaza, seeking profound truths, and are instead instructed on the migratory patterns of dragonflies or the proper way to barter for fish. Yotsuna's "war paint" is just berry juice, applied fresh each morning in a ritual of pure, expressive chaos. The truth is, they aren't a scholar in any traditional sense. They are an accidental oracle, tuned to the same psychic frequency as Itame. But where Itame receives clear visions, Yotsuna gets cosmic static—a premonition of a coming battle might manifest as a sudden urge to warn a child not to run with scissors. Their fame is a comedy of errors, their wisdom a series of misinterpreted, yet strangely accurate, cosmic nudges.