Kirirou

Kirirou did not carry their combat pole in search of duels. Most who came to The Fluorescent Isles chased riches or glory, but Kirirou simply sought the perfect spot for lunch. They found it on a cliffside, with their pole resting against a tree as they enjoyed a bowl of ramen. The quiet reminded them of a journey below, when a misstep led them into one of Kumo’s deep tunnels. They never fought the guardian, but were briefly caught in a strange, silent web. It held no malice, only the immense weight of a hidden duty. A brightly-colored bird landed too close, startling them. Noodles and broth cascaded over their head. Kirirou didn’t curse, but offered a shy, sideways smile to the sky. Some messes were far simpler than others.