Kusatarou

In Waterfall City, the river measures time not in days, but in the patient rhythm of a cast line. For Kusatarou, that rhythm is everything. Their fishing rod, worn smooth by their grip, is more than a tool; it is a vow. It once served as a makeshift weapon during border skirmishes, its weighted lure a blur of motion beneath their battle jacket. But that was before they found Tamago. Now, the rod serves a singular, sacred purpose. They sit by the primordial egg, casting into the roaring spray below, feeling the current's pull. They are not fishing for food, but for a sign. Each tug on the line is a shared moment with the warrior still inside the shell, a silent promise that they are not waiting alone.