Chimper #5210
Traders in The Dragon Wastelands whisper that Shachi’s ramen is a permanent curse, fused to their head in a moment of divine fury. They see the chef’s kimono, the furious eyes, the hand that never strays far from the katana, and assume Shachi was a warrior who failed their master. The truth is much quieter, and far more brutal. Shachi was once a celebrated noodle master from a small village, whose only battles were against improperly risen dough. Their hands, now calloused from a sword’s hilt, once created bowls of such harmony they could make a warlord weep. That life ended the day soldiers swept through, taking food, coin, and lives as payment for a war Shachi had no part in. Their peace was reaped like grain. They are called the Harvested because everything they loved was taken from them, leaving only the empty bowl and the simmering rage.
