Teinosuke

Every morning, Teinosuke tries to find a sliver of sun to warm their old bones, a habit from a warmer life that rarely pays off against the freezing winds of The Great Panda City. The locals of the Panda Council, impervious to the chill, watch them with polite curiosity. They see a veteran warrior, judging by the worn grey bandana, but one who shivers in a fine haori and wears spectacles to study tide charts instead of battle plans. Teinosuke was a swamp fighter, accustomed to humidity so thick you could drink it. Here, the air is sharp and thin, and the most dangerous weapon is a well-placed word. Still, a grin is their constant companion. There is, after all, something deeply amusing about surviving a dozen battles only to be defeated by a cup of tea that has gone cold too quickly.