Masakatsu

The only swordsmith in Waterfall City with a perpetual smudge of jam on their cheek, Masakatsu was once on a very different path. They trained alongside Katana, their days filled with the sharp ring of steel and the pursuit of a flawless fighting form. But where Katana saw a world to be surpassed, Masakatsu saw one to be savored. Their life changed not in a duel, but over a shared bowl of noodles with a potter from the city’s lower tiers. This person never asked about their training, only about whether the broth needed more salt. It was a question that re-forged their entire world. The trusty katana now hangs by the kitchen door, a reminder of a past discipline. The food apron is their current uniform, and its stains tell the story of a much sweeter victory.