Chimper #4706
In The Heart of the Forest, they say the strongest winds aren't the ones that fell trees, but the ones that teach leaves how to dance. Tenju the Pilot lives by this. They possess a power that could split amber-trunks in two, an energy so potent it draws whispers of Musashi's world-shaping presence. Yet their training consists of sitting by the river, concentrating until fallen sakura petals lift and swirl into elaborate patterns. The children gave them the name for this—for the way they steer currents of air with a deadpan focus, their furious eyes fixed on a single, fragile blossom. The baggy sweater is an attempt to feel small, to forget the weight of the katana at their side. Their training isn't for a coming war, but for the daily negotiation with the hurricane inside.
