Sentarou

Sentarou was a guardian. In a world now lost, they kept watch over a single, sacred cherry blossom tree, a duty passed down through generations. But the tree withered on their watch, and with it, their purpose turned to ash. Seeking an end, not a beginning, they stepped through one of Kenji’s first shimmering portals. It led them not to oblivion but to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, a land of spinning monoliths and sharp-edged light. There, in a pool fed by arcane runoff, they found a small, star-eyed octopus, impossibly alive so far from any sea. The creature wrapped its tentacles around their head and has not let go since. Sentarou no longer guards an ancient legacy; they guard a tiny, curious life. The fan is a memory; the sword is a promise they will not break again.