Hikojuurou

Hikojuurou dropped the crate of river gems onto the dock with a thud that sent gulls scattering over Waterfall City. They were supposed to be a legend, an ascended warrior whose Frost Katana could freeze a demon’s heart mid-beat. But the power surge that granted their evolution came with no instruction manual. Now, a strong emotion could coat their entire stall in a sheet of ice, which was terrible for business. Their retirement was less a choice and more a public safety measure. They read scrolls about Ozawa, a sorcerer who mastered destructive magic through sheer will. Hikojuurou, meanwhile, had only mastered the art of overcharging for trinkets to compensate for the occasional flash-frozen customer. This wasn't the glory they had envisioned; it was just endless haggling and the constant, biting cold of their own potential.