Kimikaze

Kimikaze’s hands were shaped to hold a dagger, but these days they only steady scrolls against the piercing mountain wind. They arrived in The Great Panda City as an operative, their golden dragon robes marking them as an agent of a distant power, but the mission’s purpose has long since faded. The city’s tranquil defiance seeped in, replacing cold orders with a quiet determination to understand mysticism. They still wear the mask, a shield not against the city’s inhabitants, but against the person they used to be. From their small study, they sometimes see Panda moving through the bamboo groves, another solitary figure whose quietude holds immense strength. It is a small comfort in a place where they are still learning the language of peace.