Chimpers

0x3…360

ERC721

The Smith of Songs, they call Amanatsu. From their workshop at The Dojo, a rhythmic clang echoes across the training grounds, a constant beat beneath the shouts of warriors. They forge not with simple fire and steel, but with a cadence that seems to bend reality. A shield crafted by Amanatsu will turn a spell it has no right to block. A blade will find an opening its wielder never saw. Their presence alone, much like Shinpi's, seems to warp probability in their favor. Trainees say the rhythm comes from the headphones Amanatsu never removes, but those who stand close hear no music. They hear only a low, resonant hum, a pulse that feels older than the mountains. Is it the world's heartbeat, or just their own?

Name

Amanatsu

Owner

0xc1d0Bd227b19816b16E4956d42DAeC338e851834

ID#1461

Rarity

X-HI:11%