Ebisaburou

The sticky-sweet smell of jam and the earthy funk of bait are the first things anyone notices about Ebisaburou. It wasn't always this way in Waterfall City. They were once an esteemed angler, their name spoken with respect in the lower plaza. That was before Manamina, their sharp-witted rival, arrived with newfangled gear and a sharper tongue. The annual Grand Catch became their proving ground. Ebisaburou, desperate for an edge, donned a pair of strange tactical goggles and used a bait no one had ever seen. The catch was legendary, but so was the accusation that followed: cheating. A humiliating disqualification left them an outcast. These days, they lean on a carved cane and fish the lonely currents, finding comfort in their simple toast. Each fish they pull from the river is a silent argument, a point scored in a game only the two of them are still playing.