Junjuurou

Junjuurou remembered the roar of the crowd in Waterfall City the day they first saw Hiro fight. It was all muscle, fury, and a primal energy that made the very stones hum. “That,” Junjuurou decided, “is what a true guardian does.” They immediately grabbed their carved cane in one hand and their prized panda fan in the other, striking a pose they thought was fearsome. A passing frog merchant, trying not to laugh, applauded their spirit and gifted them a small, squeaky duck. Junjuurou, taking it as a tribute, placed it atop their head. Mr. Quack has been their battle companion ever since. These days, their guardianship involves fanning tourists who get too warm climbing the stairs and occasionally threatening particularly aggressive fish with a stern look.