Kazuto

Every morning, Kazuto attempts to meditate near the spinning monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. And every morning, some new calamity is averted by their sheer obliviousness. Their half-lidded eyes are not a sign of deep battle focus; they are simply sleepy. Their unbreakable poker face is not stoic discipline; they are trying to remember if they left the tea kettle on. Last week, a flustered wizard dropped a highly unstable gravity orb. Kazuto, thinking it was a stray plum, casually kicked it aside. The orb rolled into the path of a rogue golem, reversed its polarity, and sent the creature flying into the sky. They were celebrated as a hero of unmatched reflexes. Kazuto just felt a little bad for kicking someone's fruit.