Tsukishiro

The silk pouch on Tsukishiro’s back looks soft, but its contents are not. It holds a measure of diamond dust, each grain honed to a lethal edge. They learned to shape it into shields and shards using the same defensive arts as the followers of Kaunto-juba, though Tsukishiro never cared for prophecies of a golden age. Their focus was always on surviving the present one. Now, posted in The Great Panda City, they feel like a weapon left out in a garden. Last week, a Panda Council member complimented their "demonic" eyes during a poetry reading. Tsukishiro simply smiled, their mind calculating the trajectory a thrown handful of dust would need to take to silence the entire room. The city's cold winds are bracing; its warm smiles are not.