Hatena

Hatena lunged, tactical flack vest clattering, to intercept the rogue cherry blossom petal. It was spiraling dangerously toward the Great Fish statue, a clear and present violation of plaza cleanliness. This was their penance. Ever since the... Polishing Incident... where a bit too much enthusiasm and a whole vat of fish oil sent a Panda Council envoy skidding into the river, Hatena had sworn to be Waterfall City’s most vigilant guardian. They channeled what they called the burning fury of Genkei, but for smudges. A frog leaving a muddy footprint earned a glare of spectral intensity. The lucky plant on their head often drooped in secondhand embarrassment. Redemption was a slippery path, especially when a child with a sticky rice cake just tripped over their outstretched foot.