Ryokka

A sweetness like crystallized honey hangs in the air around Ryokka, a strange contrast to the metallic clang of their royal gold armor. Sages of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria say it is no mortal confection they wear, but a fallen star—a fragment of pure joy that took the form of a perfect cake slice. Ryokka was chosen to bear this relic not for their might, but for an unshakeable belief that even small victories deserve celebration. The armor was a later gift, forged to protect such hope. They took Rerina under their wing not just as a ward to be sheltered, but as an apprentice in the art of finding sweetness amid the world’s sharp edges. Ryokka teaches that to protect the future, one must savor what makes it worth fighting for—the taste of strawberry milk after a long day.