Ikuyoshi

Should a traveler seek the quietest reflection pool in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they would find Ikuyoshi, casting a line not for fish, but for futures. A sudden tug, and they reel in a shimmering, watery image of a merchant’s cart toppling on a pass three days from now. The sight doesn’t shock them; it only deepens the unease etched into their face. They were born to a noble house, meant for scholarly pursuits and political games. But one visit to a pool blessed by Horoguramu’s influence ruined them. While others saw glory, Ikuyoshi saw the frayed threads of fate—the small, terrible moments that unravel everything. These days, the fishing rod is an anchor. The feather cape is a faded memory of a life of ignorance. The tactical goggles are a futile attempt to filter the visions that bleed into their waking hours, a constant hum of what’s to come.