Monnosuke

Monnosuke jammed their combat pole into the soft earth, using it to vault over a root system that had snagged the leg of their Lightspeed Suit. This suit, a marvel of engineering from one of Roketto's gleaming cities, was worse than useless here; its navigation system just showed a screen of solid green. Their mission was to deliver a message across The Heart of the Forest, but every local they encountered offered them honey-cakes and riddles instead of directions. Monnosuke squinted at them through their mask, deeply suspicious of their relentless cheer. They were a courier, built for speed and efficiency, not for singalongs and communal meals. These days, they rely on the pole more than their tech, learning to read moss and listen for streams. They still don't trust the forest, but they are learning its strange, illogical language.