Tsune

In the capital where gold spires reflect a light so blinding it forces most to look away, the most valuable secrets are not traded in marbled war rooms. They are bartered over a bucket of silver-scaled carp, sold by a fisher named Tsune from a stall by the grand canal. Everyone sees the fallen leaf on their head and the simple vest and assumes they are nothing more than a provincial merchant. They are correct, which is precisely their genius. While politicians posture, Tsune listens. The intense focus others mistake for watching their fishing line is spent parsing the hushed deals of their clients. Kanshi-in tasked them to watch over this domain, and so they do, one fish at a time. More than one imperial plot has been undone by a careless word dropped while haggling for dinner.