Chimper #1708
Why would a trainee in Waterfall City need a plant that remembers everything it touches? Meyuru is a familiar sight, sketching flora by the great fish statue, their grin a constant, cheerful presence. The fishers and merchants call them “the Gatherer,” a fond nickname for their seemingly harmless obsession with local botany. They are seen as just another student, diligently filling notebooks with drawings of river reeds and temple blossoms. But the plant sprouting from their head is no lucky charm. It doesn’t bring fortune; it takes samples. Every petal they admire, every root they document—the plant silently catalogs its genetic code. The school uniform they wear is not for any local dojo. Their mission is nearly complete, and with every new entry, Meyuru’s grin only widens. A perfect poison requires the rarest of flowers.
