Chimpers

0x3…360

ERC721

Raitarou remembers the slick feel of the river stones against their back and the taste of blood in their mouth. A deal for a rare silver-scaled fish, meant for a new sushi recipe, had turned into a beating behind the sprawling huts where the water rushed loudest. Their apple stick, usually for skewering fruit, had snapped uselessly. The figures who cornered them were just shadows against the spray of the falls. Then, another shadow moved, faster and with purpose. That was Tatsuru. There was a blur of motion, the sounds of a struggle that wasn't Raitarou's, and then silence. When Tatsuru offered a hand to help them up, Raitarou squinted through a swelling eye. Their first thought wasn't gratitude. It was a question that has stained every interaction since: *What do you want?*

Name

Raitarou

Owner

0xda104377D10aAb4C7DE7d49F772905f43eC85589

ID#107

Rarity

LO:55%