Chimper #1694
Mayasa never sought a title. They arrived in Waterfall City with nothing but a blade and a belief that loyalty was a currency for fools. For months, they were just another shadow moving between the sprawling huts and the stone stairs, a cold rogue taking jobs no one else wanted. But the constant roar of the falls wears down even the hardest stone, and it wore down their solitude. They stopped a rigged dice game here, returned a stolen fishing net there—not from heroism, but simple irritation. A merchant they aided gifted them a Panda Fan; they kept it, unsure why. Slowly, the quiet nods from locals turned to greetings. The whispers of "the respected one" stopped being ironic. They still don't know when the change happened, only that the safety of this city now feels more valuable than any coin they ever earned.
