Shamiran

The crisp scent of split bamboo and cold mountain air is how the legend of Shamiran begins. They were once a simple artisan in The Great Panda City, their hands knowing only how to shape bamboo into flutes and lattices, not weapons. But when the rogue warrior Uragirimono brought a chill deeper than the wind to the city's highest street, Shamiran did not run. They faced the Betrayer with nothing but the stalks from their pack, their movements less a fight and more a furious dance of creation. They didn’t win—one does not win against such a force—but they did not break. The scars Uragirimono left were deep, but Shamiran’s grin was wider. Their story became a myth whispered among the cherry blossoms: the artisan who stood their ground.