Seirin

Seirin remembered the taste of river salt and the steady, unimpressed gaze of the old frog who’d pulled them from the rapids. They’d washed up at the base of Waterfall City, half-drowned and with a manic spirit thrashing behind their eyes. The frog, a net-mender named Kawa, didn’t flinch. They just offered a dry cloak and a bowl of fish stew. That simple kindness was an anchor Seirin hadn’t known they needed. Before Kawa, the spirit inside drove them into reckless battles, earning them scars and a reputation for being dangerously “touched.” These days, that warrior spirit serves a purpose. It defends their small dockside home. Seirin honors the tales of Giri, the Swamp Sentinel, believing all beings need a sanctuary to protect. Kawa just calls it keeping the peace.