Chimper #1553
Three days after the elders declared the northern pass of Waterfall City impassable, Hirasaburou began packing. The fishers working their boats downstream scoffed, pointing at the odd Robo Panda helmet. They called it a silly trinket, not gear for a true explorer. Hirasaburou simply adjusted their specs, tightened the straps of their pink backpack, and started up the stone stairs, their carved cane tapping a steady, determined rhythm. They were gone for a month. Most assumed they were lost to the high-altitude winds. But they returned, not with grand stories, but with a pouch of frost-resistant herbs from the peak—herbs that could finally cure the river-chills that plagued the lower city. The laughter in the plaza is much quieter these days.
