Shiha

The crisp scent of bamboo on the freezing winds of The Great Panda City was a constant reminder of discipline, yet the instructors only saw a slacker. In a baggy sweater and a childish kitty patch over one eye, Shiha was always the first to yield in a spar, their Sakura Katana never fully drawn. They were dismissed as a hopeless trainee with no future. Then came the day of the Unwinnable Test, a challenge against an elder's combat simulacrum that had defeated every top student. Shiha stepped into the ring. When they finally drew their blade, the air grew still and bloomed with the impossible fragrance of spring blossoms. Their movements were a blur of grace and lethality, a storm of pink light and steel that ended the match in a single, silent instant. Whispers now follow them, rumors that their power rivals that of Musashi. Shiha offers only a faint side smile in return.