Suezaburou

“Don’t let the fishing rod fool you,” a local might whisper. “They’re so patient with the river trout because they spent decades being patient with palace secrets.” Before retiring to The Heart of the Forest, Suezaburou was a name spoken only after a mission was complete. Their blackout ninja morph drank the light, and their hands knew the cold feel of steel far better than the warm grain of a fishing pole. But their final assignment brought them to this amber-leaved clearing, a place so stubbornly full of life it made their work feel hollow. They buried their gear beneath the roots of an ancient tree and picked up a rod someone left by the river. Their sharp eyes still track every shadow on the water, but now they are only looking for the glint of scales.