Mugihiko

In Waterfall City, the endless drizzle is more than just weather; it is the city’s memory, carrying whispers of deals made and secrets kept. And Mugihiko, the gleeful merchant in the Meow Cap, hears every word. To the shoppers in the plaza, they are a font of impossible luck, their stall thriving as if blessed by Maneki-neko. They sell trinkets and toasted marshmallows, always with a wide, disarming grin. But the source of their fortune is not charm. When the rain falls, Mugihiko is listening. The patter on their cap is a language, revealing which fishing boats will return full and which political alliances will fray. The marshmallow stick is not for eating; it is a focus, humming with the city’s currents. Their joy is real, but it is the joy of knowing everything.