Chimper #489
Sekihiko did not become a prophet. After the divine warmth of Himawari touched them, they sought no followers and spoke no grand truths. They simply returned to their duties as a trainee in The Great Panda City, sweeping fallen cherry blossoms from the stone paths. The lucky plant on their head, once a simple sprout, grew vibrant from that day, thriving in the high-altitude chill. Other trainees, driven by ambition, saw Sekihiko’s contentment as a lack of drive. They couldn't understand the joy in their eyes, hidden behind a poker face. One evening, an elder asked what wisdom the Sunflower God had imparted. Sekihiko looked at the purple hues of the sky and finally answered. “That every leaf has its place.”
