Furawa

The chocolate stick Furawa chews on is a habit from a kinder time, when they believed every message they carried was sent with an honest heart. In The Great Panda City, their speed was legendary; they were a flash of cocoa-brown fur and optimism, darting between bamboo-lined streets. That ended the day they delivered a scroll sealed with a noble’s crest, only to watch it trigger a rockslide trap meant for the recipient. Furawa was just the delivery system for a betrayal. Their faith in words crumbled. In the silence that followed, they began to feel something else: the deep, rumbling truths of the earth, a current shared with the spirit Namazu. These days, they still carry messages, but they listen with the rock chakra on their back, feeling the vibrations of a lie in the city's very foundations.