Haoko

That one fights like a storm in a teacup, a senior trainee muttered, watching from the edge of the sparring circle. Haoko moved with the exaggerated grace of a stage performer, kabuki paint stark against their fur, deflecting blows with a simple apple stick. No one in The Dojo took them seriously, least of all their assigned partner—a quiet, pragmatic brawler who saw every flourish as wasted energy. For weeks, their styles clashed. The brawler struck with brute efficiency; Haoko responded with a dramatic spin and a taunt. But during the final trial, facing two larger opponents, the performance became the weapon. Haoko’s bewildering dance drew every eye, creating the perfect opening for their partner’s devastating, unadorned strike. They won. They still don't understand each other, but the brawler has learned to see the method in the madness.