Sumitoshi

The Noodle Master of Waterfall City had once dreamed of a life spent with ink and scrolls, not steam and broth. They were meant to be a scholar, a chronicler of quiet histories. But a desperate plea from a stranger led them to a desecrated shrine, where they were brushed by an energy not meant for the living—a vengeful, burning fury like that of a murdered royal. The fury demanded an outlet, a weapon, a war. Sumitoshi gave it a ladle instead. They never wanted this power, this rage that simmers just beneath their skin. So they channel it into their craft. Every perfectly sliced vegetable is a throttled scream; every pot of boiling water is a battle contained. They feed the city to starve the ghost inside.