Rakutarou

Rakutarou remembered the cool, sweet taste of strawberry milk as they sat beside Sensei at the pale stone temple in Waterfall City. The roar of the cascade was a wall of sound, and Rakutarou’s thoughts felt just as chaotic, filled with complex histories and arcane principles. They were about to ask Sensei a grand question about the flow of power when they noticed Sensei wasn't gazing at the immense waterfall, but at a tiny stream of condensation running down the side of Rakutarou’s own milk bottle. Sensei followed its path with complete focus, as if it held all the secrets of the river. The grand question died on Rakutarou's lips. The largest truths, they realized, were not always found in the loudest torrents.