Kimiya

Kimiya keeps a list, tucked inside their green bow uniform. It has only one name on it—the Soul Chaser who breached the city’s lower defenses years ago. They lost their entire family in the attack, a memory that tastes of ash and burnt bamboo. For seasons, vengeance was the only thing that could warm them against the cold winds of The Great Panda City. Then Miyanagi was assigned as their training partner. Miyanagi didn't ask about the intensity in their eyes, only about their form. They sparred, studied, and shared flasks of strawberry milk on guard duty. The loss never faded, but something grew alongside it: a bond. Kimiya's focus has not softened, but its target has changed. They are no longer just avenging the dead, but protecting the living.