Kumetarou

“Their head is always somewhere else,” the senior agent complained to the Panda Council. In The Great Panda City, where discipline was everything, Kumetarou always seemed bankrupt of focus. Their eyes held distant starfields, and a sacred vapor perpetually wreathed their head, muffling the world. They were seen as a liability, a dreamer given a shadow agent's tools by some bizarre fluke. What their peers failed to understand was that Kumetarou was always listening, just not to them. The vapor was a conduit, carrying whispers from the wind spirits that curled through the city's bamboo groves. It was this unique connection that allowed them to help Roketto find the perfect dead planet for colonization; they didn't see the coordinates, they heard the world's lonely song across the void. Others see a daydreamer, but the spirits see an attentive audience.