Monokuro

Monokuro remembered the slick feel of a fishing line between their fingers, the constant roar of the falls a comforting drone. That was before their world split into just two shades: duty and everything else. They were mending nets near the great fish statue in Waterfall City when Asayaka found them. The Guardian of Balance didn't speak of glory or destiny, only of a weight that needed a willing soul to carry it. Asayaka touched their brow, and the vibrant colors of the city seemed to leach away, replaced by a stark, clear understanding of cosmic purpose. It was a fragment of a much larger design, and it was now theirs to bear. They left the next morning, trading their fishing pole for a walking staff. The journey has no map; they simply follow the pull of imbalance, determined to restore a harmony they only just learned existed.