Chimper #3708
One carved cane, two broken pacts, and a scar older than their bandana. They first leaned on the cane when their leg was shattered escaping a Teikodian patrol, a desperate flight that ended at a gateway beneath a pale tree. Years later, in the crimson glow of The Underworld, they used it to trip Ashita during a frantic scramble for clean water. Ashita didn't retaliate. They simply waited until the Soul Chasers passed, then offered a share. Since then, the cane moves differentlyโa blur of wood that cracks bone and parries blades. They and Ashita navigate the ash-choked plains as one, a partnership forged not by words but by the simple, brutal calculus of survival. The pacts may be broken, but the water is still shared.