Mitsuyuki

Mitsuyuki had maps of every trade route out of Waterfall City, but their world collapsed to the size of a single wooden stall. One vicious storm tore their fleet from its moorings, scattering their fortune across the seabed and leaving them with only debts. For weeks, they just watched the water, hollowed out. Then an old confectioner from the lower district, seeing their despair, handed them a warm, chocolate-dipped snack. They didn't offer pity, just a simple job: stirring the vats. Slowly, Mitsuyuki learned a new trade. The grand ambition was gone, replaced by the quiet satisfaction of making one perfect thing. The specs they wear help them spot the tiniest imperfection, and the choc stick is a constant reminder of the kindness that rebuilt their world, one sweet treat at a time.