Chimper #430
The Blooded is a heavy title for someone whose greatest battle is haggling over river eel prices. In the lower markets of Waterfall City, amidst the scent of brine and wet stone, Chishuu adjusts their tactical goggles, a side smile fixed in place. A young apprentice, mending nets, finally works up the courage to ask about the name, expecting a tale of war. Chishuu just chuckles. Their "blooding" didn't come from a warlord's blade, but from a Crimson River Shark. Its hide was said to be impenetrable, like a living shell, but Chishuu's stubborn resilience simply outlasted the beast. The crew marked them with its blood, a rite of passage. Since then, the goggles stay on—not for assassins, but to spot that tell-tale shimmer in the deep.
