Kaneyoko

When the river pirates breached the lower gates of Waterfall City, no one looked to Kaneyoko for help. They were the polished mystic, more luminous than practical, known for their expressive arguments with the air and the ornamental tap of their carved cane. A curiosity, not a defender. The city guard saw a bright shell, too precious for a real fight. But as the pirates stormed the plaza, Kaneyoko’s upset frustration hardened into something cold and ancient. They planted their cane, and what erupted was not a tidy spell, but a raw force—the untamed battle fury of Hiro, channeled through a body everyone had misjudged. They didn't cast, they fought. The pirates broke against the plaza steps. The city is safe, but the silence that follows Kaneyoko now is heavier than any jeer ever was.