Fuusanrou

Fuusanrou heaved another jagged stone from the riverbed, but the landing was clumsy, cracking a paver near the lower plaza. From a nearby fishing skiff, a frog simply grunted. "The rock does not resent you, Fuu. Try not to resent it back." It had been this way for months, ever since the day Kaunto-juba visited Waterfall City. When the self-proclaimed messiah's power flared, aimed at a dissenter, Fuusanrou had instinctively thrown up a shield of earth. It held. But the force of the strike echoed back into them, leaving their calm spirit fractured. The masters saw only a trainee whose control had shattered. But their friend saw a protector struggling with a power they never asked for. Every day, they practice together, one pulling fish from the water, the other pulling stones, both trying to mend what was broken.