Natsuchi

In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the shifting colors of sunset are a daily performance, and Natsuchi believes in meeting art with art. Every evening, as the magical rocks above the fortress begin to glow, they practice with their combat pole. But this is no mere training session. With their face painted in the stark lines of Kabuki theater, each movement is a dramatic flourish, a story told to an audience of silent monoliths. The discipline is a nod to the honorable code of warriors like Yukimura, a promise to themself to be worthy. They hold their stance until the last light fades, a perfect slice of cake balanced on their head the entire time—a sweet reward for a performance no one else will ever see.