Fumihiro

“They just don't appreciate practical headwear in the capital,” Fumihiro often reflects to anyone who will listen. Their service as a palace guard in the city of blinding golden spires was, by all accounts, brief. It wasn't a failure of duty or a lack of courage that ended their career, but a simple miscalculation of etiquette. During a particularly tense negotiation with a visiting dignitary, Fumihiro noticed the ceremonial brazier was glowing with the perfect heat for marshmallow toasting. They reasoned that a well-timed, fluffy snack could diffuse the tension. The subsequent diplomatic incident proved their theory incorrect. Their visor was deemed “distracting,” and their culinary initiative “inappropriate.” These days, they wander freely, convinced the world is full of perfectly good fires, and no one should be denied a perfectly toasted treat.