Koyomi

Koyomi’s fishing rod was carved from river-willow, its line a silver thread in the spray at the base of Waterfall City. They had spent the morning in their usual spot, watching the city’s gentle commerce unfold. The peace was broken by a roar from the main plaza. Drawn by the sound, Koyomi saw a warrior whose very presence was a storm of joyous energy. It was Hiro, the Beast Warrior, who shattered a thick sparring post with a single, laughing strike. It wasn't the destruction that struck Koyomi, but the unrestrained love for life that powered it. Hiro fought not from hate, but from a fierce vitality. Koyomi returned to the water's edge, their purpose quietly shifted. The familiar willow rod in their hands no longer felt just like a tool, but like a promise.