Sadafumi

Every morning, Sadafumi sits on a small balcony overlooking The Great Panda City, still as a statue as the freezing winds whip past. The temple acolytes whisper that this is ‘Turning to Himawari,’ a sacred communion with the light, and they see a mystic of profound calm. The border-wardens of the Panda Council see something different; they notice the fox beanie and the combat pole always within reach, and they believe it is a scout’s silent vigil, a cunning mind mapping every shadow. The street vendors just see a chimp with a poker face enjoying the view before the day’s work begins. They all have their theories. Sadafumi simply feels the sun’s warmth on their face and listens.