Chimper #1792
"A saint? They once tried to season a golem because they thought it was made of rock salt." The old rock wizard’s words followed Yuzuriha through the fortress halls of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. They had come here seeking rare crystalline herbs, signing on as a kitchen trainee with a fishing rod on their back and dreams of new sushi recipes. But one doesn’t fish in Horoguramu’s future-seeing pools. During a chaotic energy surge that made the monoliths groan, the mages prepared for disaster. Yuzuriha simply did what they knew: they made rice balls and handed them out. The gesture was so mundane, so calming, it broke the panic. The title was a joke that stuck, much to their dismay. They still blush whenever someone uses it.
