Katsuki

Katsuki remembers the weight of their combat pole feeling different that morning, lighter somehow. The old fisher who saw it all from the lower docks of Waterfall City says it was the mist, so thick it seemed to hold everything up. To everyone else, Katsuki was just a confident merchant with a flashy pink visor and a lazy smile. When the Brackwater syndicate came to collect their “dues,” no one expected what happened next. Katsuki didn’t argue or bargain. They simply adjusted their visor, and the pole became a blur. It wasn't a messy brawl; it was a silent lesson in momentum. The fisher swears Katsuki never even stopped smiling. After the thugs limped away, Katsuki sold a carved fish statue for twice its worth. Business as usual.