Chimper #2866
The Chosen One of the Amberwood spends most days perfecting the art of balancing bamboo stalks on their nose. Before Michi arrived, Zentarou was just another trainee, known more for their ridiculous mutton chops and playful spirit than any great destiny. They were happy amidst the constant singing and feasting, their world defined by the rustle of thousands of amber leaves. Then the guardian of truth came, not with a prophecy or a quest, but with a gaze that seemed to peel back every layer of jest. Michi watched Zentarou fail to juggle three river stones, laugh, and try again. After a day of silence, Michi simply pointed and said, 'You.' The title settled like an ill-fitting robe. No one knows what they were chosen for, least of all Zentarou.
