Mimore

At The Dojo, the old masters say, 'The sweetest victory can leave the most bitter aftertaste.' Mimore once believed joy was a weapon, sharing cake with sparring partners, convinced a happy warrior was an unbeatable one. Even the ancient teacher, Shujin, saw wisdom in this, deeming them worthy of a special charge: to guard a gifted young trainee on a sacred pilgrimage. They succeeded in fending off a vicious ambush, a clean and swift victory. But in their moment of celebration, a second, hidden attacker struck. Mimore defeated the foe, but their ward was already gone. They returned to The Dojo a victor, yet utterly broken. The cake they wear is no longer a symbol of shared joy, but a cold, sugary monument to a failure they can never forget.