Chachami

Chachami slurped the last of the noodles, the rich broth a welcome warmth in the grand, impersonal streets of The Teikodian Empire. During the sacred ritual, they had stood beside Tora, offered the same choice: a mask, and the power that came with secrecy. Tora took theirs without hesitation. Chachami saw the faces of the hungry chimps in the market, the exhausted guards, and the lonely nobles. They realized the power they wanted wasn't the kind you hide. They politely declined the mask but kept their combat pole, discovering it was just as good for stirring a massive pot of soup as it was for defense. They travel now, offering a hot meal to anyone who needs it. True strength, they believe, isn't a guarded secret; it's a shared bowl.