On the day they arrived in The Dragon Wastelands, Hamiho and their rival agreed their competition required a more serious setting. They would finally determine who was the superior student of Musashi's sword philosophy. Their first official duel was to see who could perfectly slice a falling leaf in a howling gale. Hamiho's katana whistled, missing the leaf entirely but neatly trimming their rival's prized topknot. The rival’s strike, in turn, caught the leaf but also Hamiho’s sleeve, unravelling the fine pink silk. They have since dueled over who can brew tea using only rainwater, who can balance longest on a dragon's ribcage, and who can tell the most boring story. Neither has ever won, but their blades have never been sharper.
