Yousei

When the first freezing wind of the season rattled the bamboo stalks of The Great Panda City, a new light appeared at the gates. The guards who tell the story say Yousei wasn't seeking refuge from the cold; they seemed to carry their own warmth. Holding their guiding lanterns aloft, their joyful expression was a stark contrast to the biting air. They claimed to be a mere trainee, yet the gold bushidō markings on their face spoke of a devotion most spend a lifetime learning. Like the old tales of the wanderer Kiti who found a new home in the wild, Yousei never speaks of where they came from. Their past is a blank page, but their present is written in the light they share with everyone.