Miyuha

Every dawn, Miyuha casts a line into the mists at the base of Waterfall City. The tactical flak they wear is a relic from a different life, a time when they guarded a Panda Council envoy on the northern border. That life ended the day the envoy was lost in a skirmish, a failure that still echoes in the roar of the falls. The fishing rod had belonged to their charge; using it is a quiet, daily penance. Instead of exile, the Council gave them a new duty, a silent vigil. They were sent to watch over Tamago, the city’s unhatched hope. Now, Miyuha speaks more to the indestructible shell than to anyone else, sharing stories of the currents. One life was swept away, but another waits for the tide to turn.