Setsuhiro

Every morning, Setsuhiro visits the plaza in Waterfall City. They stand before the great stone fish, scattering nutrient pellets into the churning pools below. The local chimps and frogs watch, nodding respectfully at the scarred noble in their fine feather cape. They see a veteran who earned their peace, a symbol of the city's endurance. Setsuhiro’s gaze is always intense, but the onlookers assume they are merely lost in memories of old battles. They are not. Their focus is on the precise pattern the pellets form on the water's surface, a coded message about trade movements and suspicious newcomers. The information is for Kanshi-in, and the real war never ended.