Ginshirou

Ginshirou was once the most trusted guide in Waterfall City. They knew every treacherous stair of rock and could read the river’s shifting moods from a single ripple. That was before the expedition to the Sunken Grotto, before the flash flood that stole their entire party and left Ginshirou clinging to a root, the roar of the water forever frozen in their wide eyes. They returned not with treasure, but with a profound silence. For a year, they never strayed far from the fishing boats on the outskirts. Then, one day, they packed their bag again. The only new item was a small, resilient sprout they had found growing defiantly from the slick rock where their friends vanished. It isn't a charm for good fortune; it's a promise to map the places too dangerous for memory.