Chikou

The younger trainees at The Dojo will tell you the glowing shard in Chikou's display case is a crystallized piece of the future, stolen from Horoguramu's water pools. They see the furious eyes and the knowing side-smile and assume Chikou is some great adventurer who has seen how it all ends. But the instructors who have been here for years remember a different chimper entirely. One who was artistic and gentle, more interested in painting the winter snow than sparring. They left on a routine supply run and came back a season later with the bright pink pack and the strange artifact locked on their head. They won't say what happened, but the fury in their eyes isn't aimed at anyone. It's the look of someone staring down a memory only they can see.