Chimper #2548
The bundle of young bamboo shoots Hiyuki carries is always fresh, cut that morning. They were once a master artisan, crafting intricate latticework for a sibling they adored. That was before the betrayal—a cold blade of ambition that left Hiyuki for dead and their workshop in ashes. They understood the particular ghost that haunted Genkei, for they knew the sting of being undone by one's own kin. But vengeance never took root. Instead, Hiyuki began to walk. Their journey ended at The Dojo, where they found solace not in combat, but in teaching others how the strongest things can bend. The trainees call them "the Blessed" for their quiet wisdom, unaware the shades Hiyuki wears hide eyes that never forgot the smoke.
