Chimper #5320
Chitsue carefully polished their spectacles as the sounds of a street brawl echoed from the plaza. They’ve been told their focus is misplaced, that a fighter in The Teikodian Empire should concern themself with matters of state, not the smudges on a lens. They remember the exact moment the whispers about them started. It was during a skirmish with rebels; instead of joining the fray, they used their shielding wings to protect a calligrapher’s stall from being trampled. The captain called it dereliction. Chitsue called it protecting what the Empire was supposedly for. They let the world have its grand, bloody conflicts. Their war is fought over spilled ink, frightened children, and wilting flowers—the small, essential things forgotten beneath the city’s golden spires.
