Chimper #3827
The cool, smooth wood of their carved cane is the only thing Nomichi ever seems to touch with confidence. In the dazzling political center of The Teikodian Empire, they are a minor, almost invisible figure—just another ambitious trainee. Yet, details snag the eye. The crimson cap, a color of authority, sits oddly on their humble head. Their gaze, when it meets another's, is perpetually downcast, as if caught in a permanent state of apology. They carry no sword and train with no squadron. Instead, they walk the golden-spired courtyards and shadowed corridors, their cane tapping a silent, coded rhythm against the marble. Who are they truly observing, and for whom is that bright red cap a signal?
