Inkfoot the Quick
Arrived first. Left second.
A snow leopard with reflexes faster than thought. Master Bamboo told him on the first day that the Slow Style was not about speed; Inkfoot heard this as a koan and decided he understood it before the lesson finished. He could parry a falling cherry blossom in the air, three blooms at once. He could not, it turned out, parry the same thought twice. He left after eighteen months to teach what he believed he'd learned. He's listed in some texts as the founder of the Cherry School. The Cherry School has thirty-one students. None of them know the Slow Style. None of them know they don't know.
Drifted east. Built his own school. Forgotten.
