Kiyohisa

Every morning, before the first freezing winds sweep through the bamboo-lined streets, Kiyohisa meticulously polishes their shades. The grey bandana tied around their head is a relic from a different life, one spent earning prestige in fighting pits far from The Great Panda City. They were quick, ruthless, and their pride cost another chimper everything in a duel that went too far. Kiyohisa never picked up a sword again. They came to this high-altitude city seeking anonymity, trading the clang of steel for the quiet chop of a kitchen knife. The patient act of preparing food—perfecting a broth, slicing bamboo shoots into flawless strips—is their atonement. The shades hide the shame of the person they were, allowing them to serve a city that doesn't need to know their past.