Madobe

The scent of cold bamboo on the wind is what Madobe remembers most clearly from that night. They were Henso’s finest pupil, a shadow meant to move through The Great Panda City unnoticed. The mission was simple: observe a trade negotiation near the city’s edge. But the figures who met under the cherry blossoms were not merchants. One was a decorated Panda Council guard; the other was a Soul Chaser, its black-and-white flame licking at the cold air. The secret of that handshake froze Madobe’s face in the moment of discovery, and the shock never left. Now, they wear the expression as a mask more potent than any Henso taught them to craft. The heavy Mega Sabre on their back is a clumsy tool for a spy, but they are no longer just a spy. They are a silent alarm.