Chimpers

0x3…360

ERC721

Fumime remembered the cold of the polished marble beneath their feet on the day they were exiled, the weight of judgment from officials whose hands had never held a sword. Here in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the ground is raw, and the only judgment comes from the silent, spinning monoliths. They came here, like so many others Shokei-moji had welcomed, with nothing but their blade and a sense of profound failure. But there are no grand battles here. Instead, Fumime’s days are measured by the slow, rhythmic scrape of a whetstone against steel. They practice their forms not for war, but for the quiet focus it brings as the sun sets, painting the sky in vibrant hues. The intense focus remains, but its target has changed from enemies to the pursuit of a perfect, single breath.

Name

Fumime

Owner

0xbA3c3183BFeC5A5ff641facb29da40B19d40dA9B

ID#3926

Rarity

X-LO:99%