Chimper #5412
The scent of damp stone and fried river-fish always clung to Kyouya’s poncho. In Waterfall City, most saw only a charming rogue with a fishing rod, someone who could talk their way into a better price for their catch at the plaza market. But their ambition wasn't for coin. It was for a painter whose hands were always stained with indigo and who dreamed of a color that didn't exist—the shimmer of a Ginga Koi's scale under a full moon. So Kyouya became devoted to the impossible. Every dawn, they cast their line into the mists below the falls, their partner sketching on the banks beside them. The locals began to call them Kyouya the Ambitious, mistaking devotion for a thirst for glory. They still haven't landed the mythical fish, but the painter's sketchbook is now full of a hundred new shades of blue, each one captured from the way Kyouya looks at the water, hoping.
