Kiyonosuke

Kiyonosuke keeps a perfect mental map of Waterfall City, from the fishing huts at the bottom of the falls to the pale stone temple at the top. As a trainee, they felt out of place among the city’s boisterous warriors, believing their calm nature was a weakness. They spent more time sharing chocolate sticks with the fishing frogs on the docks than practicing in the sparring plaza. One day, an old frog pointed to the rushing water. “That doesn’t smash the rock,” it croaked. “It just finds its own way.” The simple wisdom clicked. These days, Kiyonosuke’s training is different. They learn not from clashing blades, but from the patient, unstoppable flow of the river itself.