Kinuru

When the lowest bell in Waterfall City began its frantic clang, signaling a breach in the lower district, Kinuru was already moving. They descended the great rock stairs, their golden faceplate gleaming under the moonlight that cut through the spray. Others grabbed spears; Kinuru held only their Panda Fan. They knew, with the weary certainty born of a lifelong friendship, that Hazuru was at the heart of this—probably another harebrained scheme involving a shortcut for their fishing boat. It was a familiar dance. Hazuru caused the delightful chaos, and Kinuru, the ever-patient guardian, found the elegant solution. At the plaza, they found their friend tangled in nets beside the great fish statue. Kinuru just sighed, a smile touching their lips, and unfolded the fan.