Chimper #2011
Fujiwaranotakaiko was not sent to The Underworld as punishment. They volunteered, convinced that a tour of duty through its hostile realms would add a certain rugged gravitas to their otherwise luminous existence. They envisioned emerging from the ash with a stoic glare. Instead, they emerged with a persistent cough and a scar above their eye from walking into a low-hanging stalactite while trying to buff a smudge off their arm. As a trainee, their most practiced skill is not combat, but the art of looking thoughtful while trying to remember why any of this seemed like a good idea. Their polished platinum form, a beacon in the gloom, mostly just attracts hungry things.
