Episode 2: Espresso’s Wrath – The Double Shot General Descends

The coffee kingdom had been restless ever since whispers of Matcha’s rise began spreading through the cafés and teahouses. Where once Espresso reigned unchallenged, sharp and unyielding, a new calm power was beginning to seep into the cups of morning rituals—a soothing green tide that promised clarity over chaos.

Espresso did not take kindly to whispers. Whispers were sparks, and sparks became flames.
So it summoned its most fearsome champion.

He arrived with a hiss of steam and the smell of roasted strength: the Double Shot General. A warrior forged in intensity, his veins surged with caffeine fire, his voice struck like clattering porcelain, and his very presence was enough to jolt even the sleepiest soul awake.

The Double Shot General did not ask questions. He demanded silence, submission, surrender. His arrival at the border of Matcha’s tranquil domain was like thunder rolling into a meditation garden.

“Quietness is weakness,” he declared, each word heavy, relentless. “The world does not need calm—it needs power. It needs speed. It needs me.”

But Matcha stood there, unshaken.
Its rise had never been about domination. It was about presence, clarity, focus—a strength not of noise, but of patience. Where the Double Shot General burned fast and bright, Matcha endured slow and steady.

The battle lines were drawn: the bitter rush of roasted ferocity against the gentle persistence of green serenity. And yet, in the clamor of the General’s wrath, more and more voices began to whisper again:
Do we always need fire… or sometimes, do we need peace?

Espresso’s empire had declared war. But Matcha’s quiet rise had only just begun.