Minori

“One is the gale that scours the peaks; the other is the root that holds the mountain,” the elders in The Great Panda City would say. Minori was the gale. Their ancient sabre was a whirlwind of forgotten forms, a storm of pure focus that only one other could meet: Ren, the root. Ren was patient, immovable, and infuriatingly precise. They were not friends; they were mirrors, each reflecting the other’s weakness and forcing them to improve. Every spar ended in a draw and a silent, simmering vow to win the next one. This continued until a Soul Chaser was spotted near the city walls. They left side-by-side without a word. They still argue over every river crossing, but their blades no longer clash against each other.