Chimper #1519
In The Teikodian Empire, a warrior's worth is measured by their victories, not their scars. Heizaburou learned this when a brutal ambush in the palace's lower corridors left them with a leg that would never again hold a charge. They were thanked, given a carved cane, and quietly retired. The battlefield they had known was gone, replaced by echoing silence. That is, until Kitaki found them, not seeing a broken soldier but a steady hand and an unbreakable focus. Together, they found a new purpose. The discipline once spent on sword forms was redirected to the precise art of preparing sushi. The old scars ache when the weather turns, but the shared work with Kitaki is a quiet, steady balm.
