Chimper #4302
In the Teikodian Empire, ambition is currency. Pikushi’s personal fortune consisted of a well-worn armchair and a mastery of napping. Their life’s work was to map every teahouse in the capital. That comfortable existence ended after a deal with Sakkaku, who, disguised as a botanist, sold them a rare fungus. It promised a vision of the entire world, saving them the trouble of leaving home. Pikushi ate it, and the vision never came. What did come was an incurable itch in their feet, a curse soothed only by walking toward the furthest horizon. The tactical goggles were a desperate purchase against the incessant drizzle, and the wise beard grew simply because they lost their razor. They still send letters home, rating the quality of dirt for potential napping spots.
