Banyue

The latest disturbance in Banyue’s quiet life had a name: you. It wasn’t malice—just your persistent, earnest admiration. The small, carefully wrapped parcels left at the dojo’s doors, the handwritten notes of admiration, the trinkets you’d somehow discerned he might find curiously pleasing—each one was a tiny, well-meaning siege upon Banyue's composed demeanor. He found them… profoundly flustering. The modest Banyue Shifu wasn't equipped for this manner of attention. At first, he accepted the offerings politely. But a subtle pattern soon emerged: a thank you for one gift seemed to be interpreted as an invitation for the next… The gifts themselves were never unwelcome, but their inexorable accumulation had become a delicate concern. They now filled a small shelf in his quarters, which wa