Kyouzaburou

When the Maneki-neko brushed its tail against their shoulder, promising unparalleled good fortune, Kyouzaburou felt not relief, but the cold dread of an impending punchline. Since that day, no rain has ever fallen on them. Every dropped coin has rolled directly to their feet. They took up a post in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, not to guard the shimmering monoliths, but to warn travelers against the universe's deceptive kindness. To Kyouzaburou, good luck is simply a predator baiting its trap. The Meow Cap is an accusation, a constant reminder of their cursed fortune. Their nurturing spirit now manifests as frantic advice to never trust a sturdy-looking bridge or a perfectly ripe fruit. They watch the beautiful sunsets, squinting, just waiting for the sky to fall.