Muamu

The courtiers in The Teikodian Empire whisper that Muamu is an embarrassment, a noble who trades silk for a simple yukata and a gilded fan for a fishing rod. They don't see the silent, hulking guard who follows them, the one who applies Muamu's face paint each morning with the focus of a battlefield strategist. The warrior was meant to be a punishment, a grim shadow assigned after Muamu 'accidentally' released the Emperor's prize koi. But where others saw a monster, Muamu saw a fishing companion. The warrior taught them patience. Muamu taught them to laugh when a fish steals the bait. The war paint, a symbol of the warrior's bloody past, is now just their ritual for a day at the riverbank—a shared joke in a palace that has none. Let the nobles talk. Muamu has a friend, and the biggest fish always seem to bite on their line.