Wakatsuya

When the peace talks stalled in the scorched plateaus, Wakatsuya was sent with a peace offering: hot ramen. The grizzled scouts who were there swear the wind howled a warning just as Wakatsuya tripped over the skeletal remains of some ancient beast. The bowl flipped, landing perfectly atop their head. The enemy warlord, drenched in broth and noodles, was so stunned they laughed, and the truce was signed an hour later. Scavengers who patrol the foggy valleys tell a simpler tale; they speak of a calm warrior in a stained haori who always offers a disarming grin. Wakatsuya has never bothered to clean up. Some say it’s a reminder that victory can come from humility. Others think they just can’t reach.