Tsufuko

Tsufuko did not, for the record, mean to set the fishing nets on fire. The spark they carried, a chaotic ember inherited from Moeru’s own cursed energy, had a mind of its own. All they wanted was to grill a fish down by the river where the city’s great waterfall crashed into mist. But a polite flicker of heat became a roaring inferno, turning their lunch to ash and charring a frog merchant’s prized nets. Behind their kitsune mask and shades, Tsufuko tried to project an aura of mysterious competence. This was difficult to do while profusely apologizing and trying to pay for the damages with a pouch full of slightly singed trinkets. The merchant, unimpressed, handed them a weaving shuttle instead. A warrior of fire, spending their afternoon re-knotting twine.