Hyakurin

When Hyakurin first arrived in The Great Panda City, they were seen as a welcome eccentricity: a cheerful chef whose fried river fish was as famous as the ridiculous bait they wore as a hat. Their playful banter is a fixture in the market, a bit of warmth against the high-altitude chill. But the Panda Council doesn't see the Mega Sabre Hyakurin polishes in the dead of night, nor do they know the chef's kimono is a disguise. They are a ghost from the same banished tribe as Sourukipa, a secret supporter tracking their kin's quest from afar. The stall is a listening post; the easy smile a mask. The uneasy look in their eyes is the only clue that they aren't waiting for the next customer, but for a signal to abandon the grill and join the fight.