Kokuto

Kokuto stumbled through the main gates of The Dojo, proudly displaying the smoothest, roundest river stone they had ever seen. Their only goal was to trade it for a hot meal. But a young trainee saw something else: a wild-eyed wanderer, their gaze unsettlingly intense, presenting a glowing artifact as a formal challenge. The trainee bowed, drew their wooden sword, and the misunderstanding began. When Kokuto pointed towards the kitchens, the trainee dodged a phantom blow. When they tripped over a rack of staves, it was hailed as an unpredictable ground technique. In a flustered attempt to apologize, Kokuto knocked the trainee out cold with their helmet. Legends of the silent, stone-wielding master still circulate through The Dojo. Kokuto, two valleys over, is still trying to trade a very smooth rock for soup.