Hasuka

Hasuka has the calmest hands in The Great Panda City, yet they haven't stopped shaking since Panda gave them the mission. They stand at the mountain's edge, the city's bamboo-lined streets a familiar map below, the unforgiving wilderness a blank page ahead. Panda chose them not for their skill with a blade, but for their quiet way of listening, of understanding what grows and what withers. But this isn't an ailing cherry tree; it's a sealed diplomatic scroll in their adventurer's pack, its contents unknown and heavy with consequence. The mountain winds are cold, but the unease coiling in their gut is colder. Every gentle soul has a breaking point, and Hasuka is walking straight towards theirs, one step at a time.