Yumeka

Yumeka remembered the crisp snap of bamboo splitting perfectly under their blade, the clean scent filling their workshop. That memory was a world away from the sizzle of their damaged Lightspeed Suit and the freezing wind whipping through the streets of The Great Panda City. Bleeding from a gash on their cheek, they pushed onward. The cylinder clutched in their hand wasn't just a message for the Panda Council; it was a blueprint. Their own design, inspired by Roketto's pioneering spirit, showed how to weave traditional bamboo with new alloys to create stronger city defenses. An ambush in the lower alleys was meant to stop that future from arriving. It failed. They collapsed at the council chamber doors, the scroll safe, smelling of ozone, metal, and the faint, enduring promise of a forest.