Mifuri the Rambler

The Rambler of The Great Panda City was what the instructors called Mifuri, always with a sigh. While others practiced forms under the purple sky, Mifuri would wander the bamboo-lined streets, seemingly without purpose. They saw a trainee with a relaxed tee and a distant look; they missed the scorching embers smoldering on Mifuri's back. Every step was a meditation, every detour a test of control. Mifuri had heard the story of Moeru, of a soul corrupted by the hunger of a sacred stone, and they felt a similar dangerous heat within. The city's rigid doctrines felt like a cage for a bonfire. So they walked, using the freezing winds to cool their inner flame, teaching it discipline through quiet observation, not loud exertion.