Zenjuurou

Every morning, Zenjuurou polished the dent in their old pilot helmet, a ritual for a sky they no longer touched. Today, however, they stood on cold stone, not a flight deck. The Panda Council stared down, their accusations echoing through the great hall of The Great Panda City. Zenjuurou had been their finest aerial defender until a mission went wrong, and the council needed a scapegoat more than a hero. They were grounded, stripped of their wings, and left to practice with a blade on solid earth. It was there, among the cherry blossoms, that Bushi found them. Bushi spoke not of forgiveness, but of purpose—a new flight with the Fellowship of Disorder. Zenjuurou’s intense gaze met the council's, the shock on their face not guilt, but the sharp clarity of betrayal answered.