Kingyo

That one? They'll either command a fleet or worry themself into an early grave, a veteran officer remarked, watching the trainee from across the war room. Kingyo didn't look up, their focus entirely on the sprawling map of The Teikodian Empire. The captain's hat, a gift from a mentor who saw potential, felt impossibly heavy. Their task was simple: chart a new patrol route. Yet they squinted, re-measuring distances for the fourth time, their mouth a tight line of unease. Ever since the day a strange, cosmic hum swept through the palace—a presence they now know was Eirian—a personal drizzle has followed them. It's a constant, cool reminder of forces just beyond their control. For Kingyo, leadership isn't about giving orders; it is about shouldering the weight of every possible outcome.