Hamami

Hamami never won a single training duel. Their instructors would shake their heads as Hamami fumbled with their weapon along the bamboo-lined avenues, their wide, puppy-like eyes perpetually surprised by their own clumsiness. They were seen as a gentle soul, better suited to tending cherry blossoms under the purple-hued sky than defending the city. But when Soul Chasers breached the mountain pass, something shifted. Hamami didn't fight; they simply existed in the path of chaos. An enemy lunged, only to slip on a loose stone. A blast of dark flame was carried away by a sudden, freezing gust of wind. They didn't win the battle; the battle simply lost around them. They wear elite warrior armor now, but the shocked expression is permanent, because they are as stunned by their own survival as everyone else.