Chimper #679
The Underworld has no tides, no salt spray, only the stagnant reek of sulfur. This makes Kyoushirou an anomaly. The cultists who watch from crumbling lava rock ledges see a fool, someone whose azure cap and shades are a pathetic reminder of a world they can no longer touch. They say an ocean bender's power is useless here. The undead, however, are silent. They notice that the black slosh seems to recede where Kyoushirou walks, leaving patches of damp, clean earth. Rumor claims that Kaito themself sent Kyoushirou on this quest: to find where the ocean's spirit goes when it dies. No one knows if they seek to reclaim it or merely pay respects. They just carry their sword and wait for an answer this land refuses to give.