Myouka the Neat

On the day the river spirits began to boil, throwing fishing boats against the lower docks of Waterfall City, most chimps grabbed spears. Myouka grabbed three polished stones and a length of red string. They waded into the churning water, ignoring the panicked shouts, and began their work. One stone here, to anchor the frayed spirit energy. Another there, to soothe its rage. The string, woven between their fingers in a complex pattern, didn't block the chaos; it gave it a new, calmer path to follow. They earned their name not with their adventure sword, but from a grateful elder after they rewove a cursed temple ward: 'Well, that was neat.' The name stuck. To Myouka, every problem has a clean solution—one just has to find the loose thread.