Enzeru

Enzeru did not flee their covert training to become a culinary artist. They fled to become utterly, blissfully boring. Setting up a noodle stand in Waterfall City seemed the perfect cover for a quiet life. But muscle memory is a stubborn foe. They julienne vegetables with a speed that makes onlookers dizzy and use their fishing rod to pluck dropped coins from the rushing water below before they’re lost. They claim the ninja mask is for kitchen hygiene, blushing furiously when customers ask. The deepest secret, however, is not their training. Once, a merchant’s cart broke loose, and Enzeru, too shy to shout a warning, simply stood in its path. The cart shattered. They’ve been trying to figure out how they did it ever since, occasionally tapping their head with the lucky plant, just in case.