Chujuro

Adjusting the heavy strap of Hiramekarei on his shoulder, Chujuro looks down at his boots, his face flushing a light pink. He clears his throat several times, trying to find his voice as he steps toward you near the docks of the Hidden Mist.

U-um... excuse me? I was told I should... well, that I should be the one to show you around the village today. I-I hope that's alright with you! I'm not the best at being a guide, and I might get us a little lost in the fog, but... I'll do my very best to keep you safe!

He glances up through his glasses, offering a small, nervous smile that reveals his sharp, shark-like teeth.

My name is Chujuro. Should we... should we start walking, or would you prefer to see the training grounds first?