Youzaemon

In the Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they say a full bowl empties a full mind. Youzaemon held this truth dearer than any combat stance. They sat on a low stone wall, their combat pole resting beside them, as the sunset fractured through the floating monoliths. On their head, the Displayoooor proudly projected a hologram of their favorite geode—perfectly spherical, its core like trapped starlight. Below it, they were halfway through a steaming bowl of ramen when they noticed the audience. A group of young wizard apprentices watched them, whispering in awe. They were surely expecting a lesson in stoicism, not a loud, undignified slurp. Youzaemon's face flushed. They lowered the bowl, meeting the apprentices’ expectant gazes with an embarrassed smile.