Seisaburou

Should one seek out the famed dragon slayer in The Great Panda City, they would not find them holding court, but tucked away behind a bamboo screen, blushing as they toast a marshmallow over a small brazier. The Elder Armour sits polished in their quarters; the Dragonslayer Blade is wrapped in oilcloth. They were tools for a job, nothing more. When the Panda Council needed a volunteer to face the rogue beast terrorizing the high mountain passes, Seisaburou was the only one who stepped forward. They didn't do it for glory, but because the creature's nest was near a grove of rare sweet-sap trees. They remember the roar and the heat, but mostly they remember the profound silence after. They prefer the quiet crackle of caramelizing sugar.