Rebunko

Rebunko was born with a fire too hot for their own hands. Their radiant ruby fur seemed to crackle with impatience, and every attempt at formal training ended with a shattered practice dummy and a frustrated sigh. They were told their passion was a gift, but it felt like a curse, a storm they could not control. Seeking solace, they journeyed deep into The Heart of the Forest, where they found an old angler who never spoke. For a season, they simply watched, learning not to cast a line, but to read the water's story. Patience was a lesson taught by the slow drift of a leaf. The sacred vapour that now wreathes their head is the steam of a cooled temper. They carry their fishing rod not as a weapon, but as a meditation tool.