Chimper #1276
The rock wizards who tend the humming monoliths claim Hayachi came to the highlands not for war, but for fishing. They see the simple rod, the patient posture beside pools that shimmer with arcane energy as the sun sets. They see a chimper at peace. But the scientists in the dark fortress see the tactical goggles that scan the energy flowing beneath the earth. They see the mask that conceals not just a face, but intent. This is the source of their epithet: not for battles they have fought, but for the one they are meticulously planning. They share Bushi's fearless ambition, but where Bushi gathers soldiers, Hayachi gathers leverage. Each day they sit by the water, waiting not for a fish, but for a fluctuation in power—a weakness to exploit.
