Yairo

Yairo possesses the unblinking focus of a master assassin and the physical grace of a sack of spilled groceries. Their training within The Teikodian Empire was meant to hone them into a silent weapon, a night-walker forged under the same pressure as the great Daiyamondo. Their first solo mission was simple: retrieve a ledger from a corrupt official’s study. They slipped past golden-armored guards and scaled marble walls without a sound. But inside, their foot caught on a decorative rug. A serving cart tipped, a bowl of ramen flew, and Yairo was crowned with noodles. The official, startled from their sleep, took one look at the broth-drenched intruder and surrendered the ledger, believing it was a bizarrely specific threat. The ramen never came out.