Chimper #4718
Tsutsumiyasuko remembered the glint of the setting sun on the spectacles and the figure’s unyielding stance beside an unshakable monolith. A descendant of Minamoto's line, they knew a challenge when they saw one. They unsheathed their blade, the metal hissing under a light drizzle, and began the formal challenge rites. For nearly an hour, they circled the silent opponent, demonstrating impeccable forms and reciting the vows of their ancestors. The figure remained unmoved, occasionally making a small, polishing motion against the vast, colorful rock. Finally, patience worn thin, Tsutsumiyasuko charged—only for the wizard to turn, lift their spectacles, and ask, “Apologies, did you say something? The resonance from this chronocrystal makes it hard to hear.”
