Tokuichi

When the two ronin started brawling in the central plaza, the Panda Council guards were busy on the city's outer wall. The vendors of The Great Panda City just pulled their stalls back. We’d all seen Tokuichi before, the unassuming chimp with bright white fur who’d read scrolls by the cherry blossoms for weeks, sipping some sweet pink drink through a straw. We figured them for a student, a bit soft for the freezing winds. But then Tokuichi set down their milk, carefully adjusted their glasses, and stepped between the fighters. There was no grand speech. Just a quiet shift of weight, a blur of lightweight mesh, and both ronin were on the ground, disarmed and bewildered. Tokuichi picked their drink back up and returned to the shade, leaving the entire plaza silent. We don't talk to them much, but their spot is always saved.