Chimper #5409
Without fail, Yajuurou begins each day by patting their bundle of bamboo and whispering, “Okay, team, let’s try not to get incinerated today.” They were a craftsman, not a warrior, who followed a rare bamboo shoot through a gateway beneath a pale tree and ended up in The Underworld. Their warm nature is wildly out of place. They once tried to offer a woven reed basket to a silent Soul Chaser and spent an afternoon giving an undead warrior unsolicited advice on posture. It’s the constant, optimistic self-talk that earned them their name. “Just a little slosh, it’ll wash out,” they’ll mutter, wiping black goo from their haori. The locals have mostly given up trying to intimidate them; it's hard to menace someone who keeps asking if you’ve been drinking enough water.
