Mamizu

Mamizu’s apple stick was polished smooth not from parrying blades, but from a lifetime of knocking fruit from high branches. Then Minamoto’s call for fighters echoed through The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, and Mamizu, who knew more about soil than steel, answered. They were paired with a grim rock wizard who scoffed at their weapon and their perpetually stunned expression. But that wizard soon learned that Mamizu’s wide eyes hid a farmer’s resilience. While the wizard shattered monoliths, Mamizu used the apple stick with startling efficiency to trip up cultists and jam automaton gears. After each battle, they would find a quiet spot, produce a bowl of ramen, and slurp away the shock. The wizard started leaving small, magically-warmed stones by their bowl on cold nights.