Katsunosuke

Should someone wander the lower docks of Waterfall City, they would find Katsunosuke mediating a dispute over fishing territories, their unamused eyes scanning the crowd. The chimper's pink yukata seems absurdly out of place among the nets and briny air, until one notices the hand resting on their katana’s hilt. They were not always here. They once lived in the pale stone temples of the upper city, where a sibling gave them this very garment as a plea for peace over battle. After that sibling fell to a traitor’s blade, Katsunosuke abandoned the hollow politics of the heights. The war paint is a permanent mourning rite. They brought their sword down to the spray and the squabbles, finding a truer purpose in enforcing the fragile peace their family could not.