Kiseiko

The cool mist from the great falls clings to Kiseiko’s uniform, a constant reminder of a responsibility they feel ill-suited for. They were just finishing breakfast, a smear of berry jam still on their cheek, when Eiichi Chifu addressed the plaza. The chief’s call wasn’t for warriors to defend the city, but for guardians to protect its people. To Kiseiko’s shock, they were paired with Goro, a frog merchant whose voice was louder than the rushing water. Goro needed a protector on the treacherous rock stairs connecting the main city to the fishing boats below. Kiseiko, quiet and embarrassed by the formal suit, thought it was a mistake. But they learned Goro’s booming laugh was a shield, and their own steady presence was an anchor. One barters loudly for nets while the other watches the crowds, a carved cane resting in their steady hand.