Kaimono #2993

Kaimono remembered the precise weight of a perfectly ripe persimmon in their palm, a small, satisfying heft from their former life as a market vendor. They were never meant for war. In the grand capital of The Teikodian Empire, they were known for their shy smile and the neat pyramids of fruit on their stall. That life ended the day an Imperial guard, bored and cruel, kicked over their entire display just to watch it roll. Kaimono didn't shout or draw a blade. They just picked up a hard, unripe melon and threw it. The resulting chaos forced them to flee, and they ran right into a recruitment patrol for Minamoto. They joined not out of principle, but panic. These days, they are a surprisingly effective skirmisher, their quiet nature perfect for infiltration. But they fight with a constant, blushing nervousness, their grin a mask for the simple vendor who just wants their fruit stall back.