Kazuomi

The City's quietest tremor was Kazuomi, perched high on the pale stone temple, half-hidden by the mist from the falls. Below, two figures exchanged a scroll near the great fish statue, their hushed words lost in the roar of the water. Kazuomi's hand hovered over the rock chakra bound to their back, its steady hum a familiar comfort. They remembered their first mission here in Waterfall City: a clumsy chase that ended with a toppled merchant stall and a formal reprimand. They learned then that true strength wasn't about shattering stone, but feeling the single pebble that would trip an enemy from a dozen paces away. The deal below concluded. The figures parted. Kazuomi's lips curled into a side smile. Their job was to ensure the city's balance, and the steadiest foundations are the ones no one ever sees.