Yayuri

Yayuri remembered the roar of the falls the day it swallowed their family’s fishing hut. The memory isn’t sound, but the feeling of cold, rushing water taking everything. When the flood receded from the lower city, a rival merchant's strongbox was left tangled in their ruined nets. That was the start. Today, they are a pillar of commerce in Waterfall City, their face hidden behind a masuku, their past buried under layers of fine silk. They move with a quiet, forward-looking calm that reminds some of Aoi, but theirs is not a vision for the future—it's a wall against the past. Every contract signed is another stone laid, every profit a defense against the roar of the water that still echoes in their quietest moments.