Chimper #4242
Teizaburou lunged, parried, and dodged, the routine of training a dull ache in their bones. They would rather be down by the water’s edge in Waterfall City, learning to mend nets or haggle with the frog merchants. But they had seen firsthand what happens to the unprepared. They once witnessed a traveler twisted by greed, their very soul smoldering with an energy reminiscent of the cursed thief Moeru. The sight froze them to their core. That day, Teizaburou chose the sword, pulling on a mask to hide their fear. The bright yellow bandana, however, was a stubborn reminder of a different life—a promise that they only fight so that, one day, they will no longer have to.
