Chimper #1334
Kongourou’s hands are gentle enough to mend a fishing net with the finest silk, yet they grip a katana with the force of the city's falls. This contradiction maddens their rival, a fencer whose every move is a line of perfect, rigid geometry. Their sparring matches in the main plaza of Waterfall City are a local spectacle: one fighter driven by discipline, the other by intuition. The rival sees openings; Kongourou feels the flow. After one particularly grueling duel left them both breathless, the rival found Kongourou not tending to their blade, but watching the sky. 'You almost lost your focus,' the rival snapped. Kongourou just pointed upward. 'But did you see that cloud? It looked like a dragon.'
