Takaya

Takaya keeps the smallest library in Waterfall City. It’s just a single cart near the great fish statue, piled high with scrolls and bound volumes. Travelers and locals alike know the quiet scholar with the dark goatee, the one who shares the cursed blood of the great Zenchi. Many come expecting a brooding warrior, tormented by the same demonic lust that once plagued their ancestor. Instead, they find someone who flushes with embarrassment at any mention of their lineage, preferring to discuss fishing knots or the history of temple architecture. The blade on their back is a legacy they carry, not a life they live. Their greatest battles are fought against silverfish and mildew, their victories found in helping a young frog decipher a faded map.