Satoha

Satoha slid the final contract across the low bamboo table, the crisp sound cutting through the thin, cold air of The Great Panda City. Their Kabuki-painted face was a mask of perfect indifference, betraying nothing. This was the performance. Years ago, they had arrived with gentle hands and scrolls of delicate cherry blossom paintings, hoping to find a place for their art. Instead, they found merchants who mistook kindness for weakness. They were nearly ruined. It was then they learned of Taihi, the warrior with a hidden, second nature. Satoha created their own. They traded their artist's robes for a sharp suit and learned that in business, one needed a face of stone and a blade at one's back. The thirst for success had remade them. Now, every deal is a scene, and they are the star.