Maccha

When the ritual to purify Zenchi’s cursed blade concluded, Maccha felt the wave of cleansing energy wash over them, too. It didn't exorcise a demon, but it scoured away a lifetime of restless ambition. Before that day, they had been a driven scholar, desperate to find answers in ancient scrolls within the pale stone temples of Waterfall City. In the quiet aftermath, they picked up a fishing rod. They still apply the traditional Kabuki facepaint each morning, but its purpose has changed. It is no longer a mask for performance or ceremony, but a way to quiet their own thoughts, to focus entirely on the patient rhythm of the river. The answer they seek now has nothing to do with magic or gods; it is simply the gentle tug on a line.