Tomoshirou

Tomoshirou did not come to The Great Panda City for its beauty or its wisdom. They came because it was the only city on the mountain that didn’t fall. Their first memory is not of bamboo-lined streets, but of mud and rain, and a small, stitched frog patch pressed into their palm by a friend just before the walls of their home broke. In the city, they found a combat pole was more reliable than tears, trading quick lessons for scraps in alleys swept by freezing winds. These days, they are a promising trainee, praised for their footwork and a confident side smile that never quite reaches their eyes. After sparring, they sometimes trace the stitching on the patch, a silent promise to a face they can barely recall.