Chimper #2589
The coolest noble in The Great Panda City is, by all accounts, Chikaori. They move through the bamboo-lined streets with a serene detachment, their pink yukata unruffled by the constant mountain winds that make others pull their cloaks tight. Nobles whisper that it’s a sign of immense self-control, a poise that has earned them their title. The truth is, Chikaori is just cold. Bone-achingly, teeth-chatteringly cold, a permanent chill that settled in their marrow the night they read from a forbidden scroll. The ritual didn't grant power; it just left their eyes glowing pink and their body forever shivering. The ninja mask isn't for mystique; it’s to hide the constant shuddering of their jaw. Everyone thinks them a heretic by choice, not by a clumsy magical accident.
