Nihachirou

Nihachirou remembers the taste of boiling starlight and the scent of herbs that don't grow in this realm. It's a memory that feels less like a thought and more like a phantom ache. These days, they run a popular noodle stall in Waterfall City, charming patrons with wild tales of kitchen accidents to explain the intricate scars mapping their face. They are known for their skill, for the way a simple broth can mend a weary spirit. They were, after all, brewed in the same cauldron as the infamous potion master, Itame—two distinct results from one otherworldly recipe. But while Itame serves power, Nihachirou serves soup. The deepest scar, a perfect line by their eye, wasn't from a knife. It’s the mark left by the cauldron’s rim as they pulled themself free. Do they ever wonder if Itame carries a matching one?