Chimper #2255
Ouhime the Strict was never meant to be a fighter. Their place was among the quiet towers of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, tending the enchanted lanterns that guided scholars through the archives. But when a containment spell failed, releasing shimmering, hostile phantoms, Ouhime was trapped. They recalled a single defensive ward from a textbook, performing it with the rigid, awkward precision of someone following instructions for the first time. To mask their terror, they shouted the words. The phantoms, baffled by the sheer lack of combat instinct, simply dissolved. Another apprentice witnessed the final, severe pose and a legend was born. Now they patrol the halls, a shy soul hiding behind a rulebook, their grin a secret mockery of their own reputation.
