Chimper #2049
Iyokan the Disciplined did not earn their title by mastering a thousand sword forms or through silent meditation atop jagged peaks. They earned it, with great effort, by successfully going three entire days without eating their entire week's supply of bog-louse jerky in one sitting. For a wanderer in the rain-soaked valleys, where the wind howls past the bones of ancient beasts, this is a feat of legendary self-control. Every evening, their ancient sabre is used not to slay illusions but to slice the jerky into meticulously thin, rationed strips. The Kitsune mask isn't for intimidation; it keeps their face from betraying the sheer, all-consuming desire for just one more piece. Other travelers see the calm exterior and whisper of their focus in battle, never knowing the real war wages against their own stomach.
