Chimper #5192
High on the mountain where purple hues light the sky, the freezing winds that whip through bamboo-lined streets are said to sharpen the senses. For Wakuko the Wearied, they are just a familiar comfort. There was a time when that cold was the only thing that could cool the furious, mystical fire in their soul—a power channeled from the same source as the masked mage, Tora. They were a frontline guardian, their tactical flack a second skin, their eyes burning with a rage that pushed back horrors from the borderlands. But every fire consumes its fuel. One day, they simply stopped. They traded the grand defense of the city for the quiet stewardship of a single cherry blossom grove. The fury never left their eyes, but it is now directed at pests, not demons, and their uneasy mouth softens when a child safely retrieves a lost toy from a high branch.
