Kumina

On the day they were assigned Minejirou as a training partner, Kumina was certain it was a trick. The wizards in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria spoke of ‘harmonic resonance’ and ‘geodic attunement’; Kumina just knew that some rocks felt right in their hand, heavy and humming. They arrived layered against a chill no one else seemed to feel, a stitched frog patch on their sleeve, squinting at the spinning monoliths as if expecting them to fall. Minejirou would lecture for hours on crystalline theory, gesturing at diagrams of light refraction. Kumina would just pick up a glowing shard and ask, “But is it sharp?” The partnership is a constant argument, a fusion of arcane science and brute pragmatism, and somehow, it works.