Chimper #3339
The metallic tang of polished gold and the cold scent of marble still cling to Saneyuki's memory, a ghost of their life in The Teikodian Empire. They once stood in a line of grey-furred warriors, polearm held tight, with the haunted Yukimura at their flank. They were a bulwark, a promise kept in steel. But the Empire breaks its promises. On the day their unit was sacrificed for a forgotten political gain, only Saneyuki was left standing. The others were gone. Locals began calling them the Remainer, a title steeped in pity. But Saneyuki chose to see it differently. What remains is not an absence, but a space for something new to grow. The combat pole is for memory, but the leaf on their head is for the journey. Their grin is a quiet rebellion against the sorrow they were expected to carry.
