Kourokurou

Kourokurou’s fishing rod is made from a single, unbroken crystal, a gift from their mentor. They spent years together by the glowing pools of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, learning patience and the subtle art of coaxing silver fish from the magical waters. One sunset, a rival mage, desperate for the secrets their mentor held, attacked their quiet spot. The explosion of dark energy was instantaneous. Kourokurou survived, thrown back by the blast, but their mentor was gone—nothing left but the crystal rod, now humming with a strange, dark resonance. The shock of that moment never left their face, and the grief that followed burned in their eyes. They wear the paint not for war, but for mourning. The rod is never used for fishing now; it's a memento of a promise whispered to the empty air.