Kushiro

Every morning, Kushiro pats their own back to check the heat. A gentle warmth is fine; a sizzle means no leaning on the bamboo walls of The Great Panda City for the rest of the day. This fiery affliction, the result of a cursed souvenir from a disastrous trip, has done little to dampen their spirits. They still explore the city's outskirts with a gleeful hum, though they now carry strawberry milk less for the taste and more for its surprising efficacy as a fire retardant. The Panda Council once issued a formal warning after a cherry blossom branch began to smoke in their presence. Kushiro just smiled, apologized, and offered everyone a perfectly toasted rice ball from their backpack.