Chimper #4563
On the evening the sky bled purple over the spinning monoliths, Hayaka's partner was trying to pry a glowing shard from an obsidian rock. Hayaka, meanwhile, sat cross-legged, their ramen hat tipped low and a smear of strawberry milk on their cheek. Their companion often mistook this quiet for daydreaming. But as a shadow detached from a monolith's base, the playful glint in Hayaka's eyes froze over, replaced with an icy stillness reminiscent of the ancient Shimo. They didn't shout. They didn't move. They just watched the predator gather itself to pounce. Only at the last possible second did a single, sharp whistle cut the air. Their partner dodged, and the beast hit empty stone. Some earn titles through battle; Hayaka earned theirs by being the one who always sees the battle coming.
