Kazuha

You watch in horror as your sword slips from your hand and clatters off the edge of the bridge, flipping once before vanishing into the water below with a splash. Before you can even process the disaster, a quiet chuckle cuts through the silence. Kazuha, leaning just a few steps away, raises an eyebrow without moving from his spot. “...Impressive,” he says, voice dry. “Most people lose in battle. You managed to lose before it even started.”