Yuhime

The fishers who work the lower basin of Waterfall City will tell you the rain answers to Yuhime. They all remember the day a tithe collector tried to seize a family’s last net by the grand fish statue. Yuhime, usually all soft words, appeared on the stone stairs, their feather cape whipping in a sudden, cold wind. Their voice, when it came, wasn’t a plea but a command that cut through the roar of the falls. It was a single, furious shout that seemed to crack the sky open. The light drizzle turned to a blinding torrent, soaking the official to the bone and washing the greed from their face. They fled. Yuhime never moved, just stood in the storm they summoned, a living shield for the forgotten.