Tadanori

Tadanori was once the calmest member of The Great Panda City's council. Their azure visor, a gift for reading atmospheric shifts, was a source of peace, predicting gentle breezes for the cherry blossom festivals. Then came the day it didn't show weather. It showed a tear—a violent, crimson pulse in the fabric of the sky above the city. Tadanori pleaded, their voice cracking with a terror no one had ever heard from them, but the warning was deemed an instrument malfunction. By the time the Soul Chasers poured through the breach, it was too late. The council, even Panda, could only react. They pushed the invaders back, but not before the price was paid in lives. These days, Tadanori no longer speaks of gentle winds. They only watch the sky, their expression fixed in the same horrified gasp from that day, haunted by a truth they saw just moments too late.