Kuniyuki

Kuniyuki’s helmet was standard trainee issue, yet they treated it like a sacred relic. In the cold, thin air of The Great Panda City, they polished its surface until it reflected the purple sky, the chill of the metal a familiar comfort. It was meant to protect them from blows, but Kuniyuki used it to contain something else. During a sparring match, their vision once flickered into static, a mechanical whir drowning out their heartbeat. They saw Taihi’s story in that flash—a body not their own. The fear made them strike too hard, ending the match in shamed silence. After that, they trained relentlessly, meditating under bamboo until their mind felt anchored. The helmet is a constant companion now, a heavy promise to themself that whatever lies dormant inside will never take control.