Yuuhachirou

The City’s Quiet Blade, they called Yuuhachirou. A student of Momochi’s philosophy: that victory demands absolute commitment, a path paved in blood if necessary. They moved through the bamboo-lined streets of The Great Panda City like the high-altitude wind, their tactical goggles scanning for threats to the Council’s peace. Every contract was fulfilled with a chilling precision, every piece of intelligence extracted without sentiment. Colleagues spoke of their determination in hushed, fearful tones. They saw a weapon. What they failed to see was the faint, sweet-smelling smudge on their cheek after a mission. It wasn't viscera. It was a smear of jam from the toast they always prepared for the city's orphans before heading out into the cold.