Hisana

Hisana stepped into the plaza just as the sky over The Great Panda City turned a deep, bruised purple, a marshmallow stick held like a scepter. Elders say that before this day, the city's rain was merely a nuisance. They did not yet know it could have a master. As the first drops fell, Hisana began to move. They didn't fight the downpour; they joined it. Each step landed in the center of a new ripple, their seifuku swirling as they became the calm heart of the storm. They moved with a grace that turned the freezing winds into a gentle chorus. From a high window, their ward, Tippu, watched in awe. This was no simple training exercise. It was the moment a playful student accepted the title of Rain Walker, becoming a living shield forged from mist and devotion.