Chimper #3035
On the night of the Great Acorn Harvest feast in The Heart of the Forest, Sugisaburou saw the end of the world. Or, what they assumed was the end of the world—a towering bonfire whose flames licked the amber leaves of the canopy. Their mind screamed one name: Inferuno. This was it. The Lone Wolf, the determined protector, would face their destiny. Pulling their UV goggles down (for intimidation, not visibility), they prepared a secret water-channeling jutsu. They sprinted, hands weaving signs, only to trip on a misplaced lute. Sugisaburou soared through the air in a less-than-graceful arc, landing face-first in the dessert tent. The only thing they extinguished was their dignity, buried under a mountain of blackberry tarts.
