Chimper #1237
The headphones Umatarou wears are always silent now. Once, they pulsed with rhythms from distant cities, a soundtrack to a life of noble privilege where their title, “the Agile,” came from dancing, not fighting. That changed when their family caravan was caught in the ghost-haunted storms of The Dragon Wastelands. A phantom shockwave from an ancient battle, echoing through the canyons, tore their world apart. In that singular moment of loss, something within Umatarou ignited. Their body moved with impossible speed, a blur of icy energy, their ancient katana a whisper of vengeance. Their power awoke, transcendent and absolute, but it awoke to an audience of ghosts. They say their speed now rivals that of Musashi, a force of nature. But the grin is a mask, and the silence in their ears is a monument to everyone they were too slow to save.
