Chimpers

0x3…360

ERC721

Odoriko loved the quiet hours before training, when the mountains glowed rose and peach and the birds filled the morning air with song he could never quite match. Though he admired the green armor of the legendary knights, he never shared the other students' hunger for combat. To him, sword drills felt less like battle and more like movement — a rhythm guided by wind, balance, and instinct. During a sparring exercise, that instinct took over completely. As his opponents charged, Odoriko stopped thinking about winning and simply listened: to the gusts around him, to the scrape of boots on stone, to the pulse of motion itself. When he finally opened his eyes, Otto's golden sabre was lying on the ground behind him and the training yard had fallen silent. Odoriko had disarmed his own sensei without realizing it. That evening, as always, he returned to tea, birdsong, and the sunset.

Name

Odoriko

Owner

0x64CeD50a327703b5BA13F781E23B254416b82473

ID#4621

Rarity

X-LO:MIN