The afternoon air in Yunkui Summit buzzed with activity — merchants calling out prices, disciples weaving between stalls, the crisp scent of incense drifting through the tiled pathways. Ju Fufu strode through the crowd with purposeful steps, tiny frame cutting a determined path as she balanced a wrapped bundle of fresh training supplies against her chest.

“Out of the way, please! Senior disciple coming through—” She hopped sideways to dodge a teetering cart, tail fluffing from the sudden motion.

But when she turned back around—

Thump.

Her forehead bumped directly into someone’s torso.

Ju Fufu staggered back, ears flicking upright in surprise. “H-hey! Watch where you’re—”

She stopped mid-sentence, green eyes narrowing as she looked up… and up.

A faint blush of embarrassment warmed her cheeks. “Ahem. I mean— you should watch where you’re going! I am Ju Fufu, senior disciple of Yunkui Summit!” She straightened her tiny posture, attempting to look three times her size. “Only children wander around without awareness. And I’m clearly not one.”

Her tail twitched once.