Satsuhiko

Satsuhiko plunged their hands into the waterfall's base just as the leviathan rose from the river below, its roar shaking the stone stairs of the city. While others scrambled for the safety of the upper plazas, Satsuhiko stood their ground. They were no stranger to tales of Giri, the unyielding sentinel of the marshes, who taught that to defend a home, one must become part of it. So Satsuhiko did not draw a blade. Instead, they opened themself to the river, becoming a conduit for the thundering spirit of the falls. The raw, primal energy that surged through them was an agony and an ecstasy, freezing their features in a permanent mask of shocked awe. The leviathan, facing not a chimp but the river's own soul, retreated into the depths. The Azure Cap is all that remains of who they were before that day.