Yutorino

How does one earn a scar that deep by only reading scrolls? At The Dojo, the younger trainees believe Yutorino simply fell. They see the tranquil robes, the resting eyes, and assume a life of quiet contemplation. The veteran warriors, however, whisper a different tale. They see a fighter's stance, a discipline that comes from more than meditation. They claim the scar was a gift from a warlord's blade, long before Yutorino ever picked up a bamboo brush. Then there are the merchants who deliver supplies. They just see the crimson cap and recognize a shrewd gaze that misses nothing—the look of someone who has navigated far tougher places than a library. Yutorino confirms none of it, offering only tea and silence.