Chimper #4317
Asahitarou was the only one still standing beside Yukimura when the dust settled. The battle in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria had shattered three monoliths and cost the Rock Wizards dearly. Most had fled, but Asahitarou, with their unassuming bowlcut and smudged spectacles, had simply braced their combat pole and held the line. Yukimura never asked why. They never asked where Asahitarou came from or why they fought with such quiet tenacity. After the last enemy fell, Yukimura turned to leave, as they always did. But this time, there was a quiet sound behind them—the scrape of a pole on crystalline ground. Asahitarou was following, a silent pact between a haunted legend and the novice who refused to run.
