Chimper #4127
Don't be fooled by the helmet, the frog merchant said, gesturing with a webbed hand. "Their only true vigil is over a steaming bowl of udon." Totsurou arrived at the bottom of the great falls with nothing but their armor and a hunger that felt older than memory itself. They looked like a guardian from a forgotten era, but their real quest became navigating the city’s winding stone stairs for the richest ramen broth. Sharing a fractured sense of self with the amnesiac Kiti, Totsurou found a new identity not in a wild tribe, but among sizzling food stalls. They once tried to stand guard by the giant fish statue in the plaza, feeling a phantom sense of duty, but the aroma from a nearby cart proved a more compelling calling.
