Chimper #2667
In Waterfall City, they say the loudest falls begin with a single drop. Hiyomi took this to heart. They stood beside Tora during the masking ritual, feeling the weight of ancient tradition. While Tora embraced the shadows and became a figure of mystery, Hiyomi chose a different path. They wore the sacred war paint, but always with their silly Meow Cap and an irrepressible grin. The older warriors scoffed. They saw a chimp with a carved cane helping haul fishing nets and guiding merchants up the city’s stone stairs, not a battlefield champion. “Here comes Hiyomi the Great,” they would jeer. But the name stuck, not as an insult, but as a title of endearment from the very people Hiyomi served. Their greatness wasn't found in slaying monsters, but in ensuring their home thrived, one kind act at a time.
