Rizuki

Rizuki remembered the roar of the falls being louder that day, swallowing the sound of their Sakura Katana clattering on the wet stone of the plaza. They had been Waterfall City's celebrated prodigy, a blur of pink petals and steel, until an overconfident duel against a lone Soul Chaser scout ended in public, humiliating defeat. Shame drove them from the main city down to the fishing huts, where their name meant nothing. The blade Yasuke found them with was not the same one they'd dropped; it was a simple training sword. The reluctant heir didn't offer a lecture, just a question while watching them practice: 'Does the blade serve your anger, or do you serve its purpose?' That question unlocked their true power. The ascension that followed wasn't a burst of rage, but a quiet acceptance. Rizuki's fury didn't vanish; it sharpened into a tool for teaching others how to stand after they fall.