Rabaazu

"They fight like they fish," their rival often says, casting a line into the river that cuts through The Great Panda City. "You never see the hook until it's already set." That perpetually stunned expression isn't fear; it's a state of absolute awareness. Rabaazu's senses are wide open, a skill honed not for catching fish but for their true duty: guarding the sky drifters' coordinates alongside Pinku. The daily fishing contest is merely training, a way to sharpen their focus against a worthy opponent. Their rival sees the splash and the prize, but Rabaazu sees the unnatural ripple upstream and the shadow that doesn't belong. The sushi on their head is a reminder of this philosophy: every grain matters.