Airisu

The Daydreamer of the Upper Falls was about to be pulled over the edge. Everyone in Waterfall City saw it—the fishing rod bent at an impossible angle, the line singing with a strain that should have snapped it instantly. They had only ever known Airisu as a quiet presence, lost behind shades and a blue cap, content to do nothing more than cast a line. But what was on the other end wasn't a fish. It pulled with the current's own fury. Just as their feet began to slide, Airisu dug in. The rod glowed. The line held. Deep within them, a dormant, unbreakable energy—a spiritual shell they had spent a lifetime ignoring—flared to life. They had come here seeking peace, not power. But as they began to reel, the look on their face was not fear, but sheer, astonished discovery.