Chimper #3589
The Keeper of the Imperial Archives sat frozen, the golden scroll unfurled in their hands. Just moments ago, their duty in The Teikodian Empire had been simple: preserve the glorious histories of battle and honor. Serving alongside Maneki-neko, they believed they were cataloging fortune itself, a sacred task symbolized by the playful Meow Cap they wore. But this document was not history. It was a command, bearing the Emperorโs own seal, that directly contradicted the gilded principles of Bushido they held so dear. It ordered the silent removal of loyal subjects. The sunlight reflecting off the palaceโs gold spires felt like an accusation, and the bamboo stalks on their back suddenly felt impossibly heavy.