Yawana

Is it truly a rivalry if only one person seems to be taking it seriously? This is the question that haunts Yawana daily in The Great Panda City. Take today: the last, perfect dango at the riverside stall. Yawana had been observing the queue for an hour, planning the perfect moment to strike. They adjusted their frog eye patch, trying to channel an intimidating aura. Just as they lunged, a hand casually plucked the prize. It was Ninatsu, of course. Yawana’s guiding lanterns sputtered in defeat. But Ninatsu just turned, broke the dango in two, and offered them a piece. “You looked like you were about to challenge that snack to a duel,” they said with a slight smile. “Seemed easier to just share.”