Doujuurou

Doujuurou remembers the taste of snow on the wind, sharp and clean, mingling with the metallic tang of a freshly drawn blade. These days, the air in The Great Panda City smells of cherry blossoms and the sharp scent of ink from newly signed contracts. They run their trade empire from an office overlooking the river, a promise to a dying mentor keeping them far from the battlefield. Competitors mistake their fine suits for softness, right up until Doujuurou fixes them with that unblinking, furious gaze and wins a deal no one thought possible. The ancient sabre never leaves their back, a silent partner in every transaction. It's not a threat; it's a reminder of a life given up, and the weight of the promise that keeps it sheathed.