Yosaburou

The week they tried to become a proper rogue, Yosaburou spent more time polishing their specs than any blade. They’d arrived in The Heart of the Forest with a plan: be aloof, be calculating, be mysterious. They practiced a menacing grin in the reflection of their fishing lure. This grand ambition lasted until a local’s kite got tangled in a high branch. Yosaburou, forgetting their new persona entirely, used their fishing rod with expert precision to retrieve it. The grateful locals cheered for the resourceful fisher, not the cold rogue. They tried again, attempting to brood by the river, only to get into a cheerful, hours-long debate with a frog about the best bait for sun-dappled waters. The rogue life was simply too much work.