Sanzaemon

The bamboo merchants of The Great Panda City whisper that Sanzaemon can’t taste the food they make. They were a warrior once, felled by the chaotic energies unleashed when the wizard Yurei’s magic failed catastrophically. They lost their life, their breath, and their taste for battle on that cursed field. But something else found them. They awoke with the sabre tooth still affixed to their helm and their ancient blade at their side, but the fire for war had been extinguished. In its place was a quiet compulsion to create. They found their way to the city and took up a new knife, not for combat, but for cuisine. They cook from a memory of flavor, a ghost of sensation, serving peace in a bowl to others.