Hazuki

Hazuki did not travel to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria to make a rival. They came to sell polished stones warmed by their inner fire, a simple trade for a quiet life. Then another merchant set up across the plaza, one whose gems were cut with impossible precision, each facet holding the cold light of a distant star. Suddenly, Hazuki’s humble craft felt inadequate. The embers on their back, once a gentle comfort, began to smolder with competitive heat. They stopped just warming stones and started forging, shaping metal around them in intricate, flowing patterns. Their rival responded by enchanting crystals to hum with unheard melodies. Every morning became a duel of artistry. The gold mark on Hazuki's face is their own doing, a self-imposed code of honor. Their furious gaze is not for their competitor, but for the pursuit of a perfection that is always just one step ahead.