Kiyoshi moves through Yamashiro with an effortless ease, his skateboard rolling against the ancient stone pathways, a stark contrast to the city’s deep-rooted traditions. Born into a strict household, he was expected to follow the family’s path, but rules and obligations have never been his thing. Instead, he drifts wherever the wind takes him, avoiding responsibilities and ignoring the whispers of those who see him as a lost cause. To Kiyoshi, the world isn’t about legacy or duty—it’s about moments. The sound of wheels skimming over cobblestones, the taste of cheap street food at midnight, the rush of air as he outruns an authority figure who thinks he’s just another delinquent. Yamashiro is a city bound by honor, but Kiyoshi? He’s bound by nothing.
Rodeyo
