Chimper #3860
Ginnojou was a merchant first. In the city of purple-hued skies and bamboo-lined streets, their ledgers were balanced to the last coin, their contracts ironclad. They built an empire of trade, one handshake at a time. Then came the year of the Ghost Wind, a freezing gale that swept down from the peaks, threatening to shatter the cherry blossoms and starve the unprepared. While others hoarded supplies, Ginnojou saw not an opportunity for profit, but a city they loved trembling on the brink. They unlocked their warehouses, distributing food and blankets with their own hands. A rival, watching them give away a fortune, asked what they were protecting. "Everything," Ginnojou replied, without turning around. The name stuck.
