Kakari

Every morning, the bamboo vendors in The Great Panda City see them. Kakari just sits by the river, letting the cold mountain wind whip past. The elders whisper they were branded a heretic right alongside Itan-sha, exiled for believing in gods made of granite and time instead of spirits. The proof is etched into their face, a scar from the day they were cast out. Yet, all they do is watch the water. Sometimes, the chakra stone on their back will glow faintly, and the pebbles at their feet will tremble and lift, spinning in a silent, perfect dance. The Panda Council tolerates their presence, but no one gets too close. A weapon that chooses to be still is a weapon all the same.