Chimper #358
Hasuno caught their footing on a loose crystal, their red poncho whipping as they finished a sword form against the biting wind. The move was meant to emulate Yasuke's perfect grace, but it felt clumsy, and their face soured with unease. Below, from a fortress balcony in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, a group of young mages saw something different. They saw a lone warrior silhouetted against a kaleidoscope sunset, their blade a silver arc, their poncho a defiant flag in the gale. 'Majestic,' one whispered, and the name spread like wildfire. Hasuno remains unamused by the title, but when the apprentices now bow, they find themself bowing back. The silent respect is not the glory they dreamed of, but it warms them against the mountain cold.
