Menoko

Menoko was supposed to be a master of infiltration. Their training at The Dojo was meticulous, their movements silent, their gear the finest blackout silk. The problem arose during their first solo mission: observe a rival outpost. Upon arrival, they found a guard shivering and offered them a spare cloak. Then they saw the camp’s cook weeping over a burnt stew. Menoko returned at dawn with zero intelligence, having spent the night trading their prized chocolate stick to improve the stew and leaving a helpful note on fire-tending techniques. Their handler received a thank-you letter a week later, asking for Menoko’s recipe. The katana has never been drawn in anger, but it makes an excellent vegetable chopper.