Harara

Who says a noble can't find more comfort in a campfire than a throne? Harara arrived at The Dojo with a fine katana and a family crest, expecting to spend their days in grueling sparring sessions. But the winter nights were long and cold, the silence between training bells even colder. One evening, they simply lit a fire and toasted a marshmallow on a stick, more out of homesickness than anything else. A younger trainee, shivering, sat down nearby. Harara shared their snack and a story. The next night, two more Chimps appeared. Soon, Harara’s fire became the unofficial heart of The Dojo, a place where rank and rivalries melted away. Their true legacy is written not in duel records, but in embers.