Sakihiko dropped from the boughs of a cherry blossom tree, landing without a sound in the alleyway. Across the street, silhouetted against the purple sky of The Great Panda City, Mesuokami gave a sharp, silent signal. Their quarry, a frantic chaos-spirit, was cornered. It shrieked, feinted past Mesuokami, and lunged toward a market stall where a young panda was hiding. “Take it down!” Mesuokami commanded. Sakihiko didn’t. They moved before the command finished, not to attack the spirit, but to shield the child, taking the creature's claws across their back. They scooped up the terrified youth and rolled into a doorway. Mesuokami finished the fight. They looked over, not with anger at the disobeyed order, but with understanding. Sakihiko was already helping the child stand, eyes cast down, their face burning bright—the silent protector who couldn't bear to be thanked.