The small pot of white and red paint is the first thing Futarou touches each morning. Before the katana, before the haori, there is the mask. It is a ritual of shame, a stark reminder of the student they once trained, the one whose eager questions masked a spy’s intent. That betrayal cost the lower districts of Waterfall City dearly, and Futarou’s honor along with it. They were not exiled; a punishment that would have been easier. Instead, they remain, a ghost in their own home. Every day they stand on the great stone stairs, a silent, painted sentinel watching the endless flow of water and chimps, waiting. They wait for the student to return, for a chance to right the wrong, or simply for a blade to finally end their vigil.
Name
Futarou the Waiting
Owner
0x193d802A97a4632Df34ebA214B8598422830a14c
ID#389
Rarity
X-LO:88%
Background
Breezy Blue
HI:20%
Outfit
Haori
X-HI:8%
Face Extra
Kabuki Facepaint
EX:2%
Head
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EX:1%
Type
Cocoa Brown