Nuriko

In the land of crimson skies, they say never to trust a calm surface. Eizaburou certainly didn't when they first saw Nuriko, sipping strawberry milk on the edge of a slosh marsh, looking entirely too gentle for a place choked with ash. But their mentor saw past the sweet facade to the core of stubborn will beneath. Eizaburou taught them that survival wasn't about being the strongest, but the most underestimated. They honed Nuriko's quiet steps into true stealth, turning their disarming appearance into the perfect camouflage. These days, the shades hide eyes that map every escape route, and the red poncho conceals a determined explorer. The milk stain on their cheek is a remnant, a reminder of their master's greatest lesson: the deadliest predator is the one you never see coming.