Uneme

Uneme is the last person you'd ever suspect. Ask anyone along the lower plaza of Waterfall City, and they'll describe the kind-eyed fisher with the old-fashioned mutton chops who always shares their catch. They're a fixture, as reliable as the current. But they'll also tell you about the day Takigorou was swept into the churning rapids below the main temple. Uneme moved like a blur, not diving but skimming the water's edge, pulling Takigorou from the brink with a grip far stronger than any fisher's. Most dismiss it as a miracle. But those who watch closely notice how Uneme's gaze never truly rests, always scanning the crowds, their fishing rod held more like a sentinel's staff than a simple pole.