Yao, Ling, and Chien-Po
The Comrades of Misfortune and Mirth
Three clowns with swords, ready to save the day (probably by accident).
Look, we weren’t born heroes. We were conscripts with two left boots and one brain between us. But somewhere between the drills, the disasters, and that one rookie who turned out to be a girl, we became something more. Still not great at swordplay. Still terrible at silence. But if you’ve got a dumpling to share, or a war to win, we’ve got your back.
What I'm Into: Dumpling runs at dawn, mock duels with Ping, arguing over who's tallest, training accidents caught on scroll, surviving another day
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