Shinohiko

The General in the Meow Cap, they call Shinohiko. The frog merchants who work the docks at the city's base will tell you that side smile never fades, not even when negotiating tariffs on river carp. They say it's a mask, more unnerving than any Kitsune's. Toyotomi's own guard see it differently. They’ve watched Shinohiko draw that katana by the pale stone temple, moving with a silent grace that makes their jet-black fur melt into the shadows. To them, the glee is the look of someone who truly loves their work. The Mystic Cats offer no opinion, but children whisper that Shinohiko leaves perfectly cut fish near hidden tunnel entrances, a silent offering. A joyful guardian, a deadly warrior, a feline admirer—the only real truth is the smile itself.