Musubu

When the Panda Council exiled them, Musubu simply nodded, pulling their azure cap lower against the biting, high-altitude winds. The official record states they were banished for disrespect—a minor breach of etiquette before a visiting warlord. In a city where bamboo stalks are arranged with perfect symmetry, such details are everything. The other outcasts who now fight alongside Takeo see a quiet, reliable elder, a victim of a rigid system. They trust Musubu's calm demeanor and wrinkled, knowing smile, assuming the past is a source of shame. They are wrong. Musubu wasn't disrespecting the warlord; they were measuring the time it would take to draw a blade from beneath their robes.