Bisuko

Bisuko remembers the simple weight of a full fishing net, hauled from the churning waters at the base of Waterfall City. Life was meant to be that: the constant roar of the falls, the smell of damp stone, and the satisfaction of a good day's work. They once saw the haunted wanderer, Yukimura, cut through a squad of raiders in the main plaza. Bisuko felt no stirring for glory, only a cold dread at the necessity of such violence. But when their own small riverside community was threatened, and everyone else was frozen in fear, they grabbed the nearest thing—a long, balanced combat pole used for punting barges. They didn't want to fight; they just wanted to go back to their quiet life. The problem was, they were good at it. Too good. Now, others seek them out, but Bisuko's side smile isn't one of confidence; it's the quiet irony of a soul who only ever wanted to fish.