Suwako

The lenses in Suwako’s head can calculate the trajectory of a falling water droplet from the city’s highest peak, but they prefer to watch a fishing line drift in the current. They were meant for a life on the lower docks, mending nets and trading stories with frogs. That ended when raiders swarmed the outskirts. The city's defenders offered a choice: be rebuilt with enhancements or be left broken. So they took the cybernetic eyes and the training gear. They even learned the blade. But they never gave up the rod. Years later, they saw the mercenary Fuhai pass through the central plaza, a being utterly at home in their own violent purpose. Suwako felt a quiet respect for that clarity. Every morning, they still return to the water's edge, a warrior who fishes to remember who they were.