Junsaburou

One carved cane, two mismatched eyes, and a single, silent nod exchanged with Antonko each morning. Junsaburou wasn't born in Waterfall City; they were reborn there, on the misty lower docks among the fishing boats. The memory of before is a blur, but the moment Antonko found them—a shambling thing with whirring, cybernetic optics where their own eyes should be—is sharp as cut stone. Antonko didn't run. Instead, they offered a piece of dried fish and a partnership. Together they carved the cane from a branch near the pale temple. The war paint was Junsaburou's idea, a way to face their reflection without flinching. They walk the rock stairs together, one steadying the other, a pair of mismatched souls finding their footing in a city that never stops moving.