Tokoha

Tokoha never asked for the warmth. It found them during a festival in The Great Panda City, on a day so cold the wind cut through bamboo stalks. They were just another face in the crowd, anxious and small, when a light like a thousand suns bloomed in their chest—a fleeting blessing from Himawari. Since that day, the freezing mountain air can’t touch them. But neither can peace. In a dark alley, three challengers cornered them, drawn to the rumor of a chimp who fought like a storm of cherry blossoms. Tokoha’s movements were a frantic, beautiful dance, a flurry of crimson and grey that left their opponents disarmed and confused. They fight not to win, but to make the feeling stop, terrified the divine warmth will one day burn them from the inside out.