Nachiyo

What does one do with rage when its target is an entire empire? Nachiyo channels it into the quiet tension of a fishing line. To the merchants near the grand palace, they are just a fisher in a worn haori, their scarred face a common sight in a city of quiet cruelties. They don’t know that the scar was a gift from an Imperial enforcer, given the same night Nachiyo’s childhood friend, Meisui, was declared dead in a tragic accident. The city’s archives recorded it as a closed case. But archives can be lied to. Nachiyo’s fury is a secret kept for two, a promise that the person they smuggled out of the capital that night will one day see justice. Every day by the river is a day Meisui remains safe and hidden.