Matsuhiko

When the high-altitude winds of The Great Panda City began to carry the scent of cherry blossoms, Matsuhiko’s food stall was already open. The Panda Council’s wardens see only a heretic; they watch the gleaming katana at Matsuhiko’s back and the tactical goggles that scan the crowds, convinced the whole operation is a front for trading in forbidden arts. The locals, however, tell a different story. They speak of the best dango in the city, served by a shy artisan whose mask is just a quirk and whose blade is only for slicing vegetables with impossible precision. But a few hushed voices among the city’s outcasts see something else: the practiced stillness of a warrior forced into retirement, a dangerous past hidden beneath a food-stained apron.