Fukai

Fukai landed squarely in a cart of decorative gourds, scattering them across the golden-paved plaza of The Teikodian Empire. 'Your nefarious dealings with these suspicious vegetables ends now!' they announced to the stunned merchant. Every day was a new adventure: foiling suspiciously quiet pigeons, interrogating statues, and saving Chimpers from the existential dread of a long queue. They were a hero, their Kamen mask a symbol of justice and their pink backpack a vessel for snacks. They often told onlookers that a hero's life was lonely and full of sacrifice. In truth, they couldn't remember anything before waking up dazed after Tokumei's identity-wiping ritual. They just found the mask and thought it looked important, so they decided to be, too.