Yohito

The junior wizards whisper that Yohito’s thirst isn't for water, but for the perfect moment where thought and action become one. They recall seeing them as a youth, katana a blur against a beautiful sunset, practicing forms until the light refracting through the giant monoliths faded completely. Years later, the same Yohito was found not in the training yard, but deep within the archives, tracing ancient runes with a single finger, their shades pushed up on their forehead. The last time anyone saw them teach, they didn't draw their blade or open a book. They simply held up a single, perfectly cut gemstone and asked, 'Does the light come from the stone, or the one who shaped it?'