Chimper #5439
When the third frog-trader in a month tried to pass off polished river stones as rare amber, Oshirou knew they needed a partner. They found their other half in a chimp whose voice could haggle with the waterfall itself. An unlikely pact was formed over bowls of steaming noodles: one would talk, the other would think. Their stall in Waterfall City became a local legend. The partner spun tales about every trinket, while Oshirou, in a bright Red Fox Beanie, would simply watch, eyes gleaming with a private, joyful calculus. A slight nod was a deal. A slow headshake, a warning. The other merchants called them “the Taciturn,” seeing only a silent figure behind a charismatic front. They never noticed the complex hand signals they shared, or that the gleam in Oshirou’s eyes was the final word on every transaction.
