Chimper #1031
Every morning, Rokue prods a nearby wall with their apple stick, just to make sure they’re still solid. One moment they were a simple farmer on the outskirts of The Teikodian Empire; the next, a misfired spell from an underground lab rendered them briefly, and very inconveniently, deceased. When the magic reversed, they woke up, dusted off their tunic, and asked if anyone had checked on the apples. The imperial scientists, expecting a vengeful spirit like the tales of Genkei, were utterly baffled. Now a mandatory 'trainee' under observation, Rokue approaches sword drills with the quiet patience of a gardener weeding a stubborn patch, earning their title. They just think everyone else gets far too worked up about things.
