Tagame

Tagame keeps a tally, scratched onto the lacquered wood of their combat pole. Most marks are for Nagae, a few more are for themself. Every day, they meet on the high plateaus of the city, where the wind bites but never seems to truly chill. Nagae’s form is perfect, a dance of discipline learned from poring over ancient scrolls. Tagame’s is pure, gleeful chaos, a whirlwind of unexpected lunges and joyful parries. More often than not, Nagae’s discipline wins. But when Tagame lands a hit, it’s with a move so audacious it makes even the stoic Panda Council guards smile. The true contest, however, begins after the poles are set aside. Tagame produces a marshmallow, and the winner gets to toast it first. Nagae always lets Tagame go first anyway.