Kyougetsu

How can the one who makes the most delicate crystal-spun pastries also be the one whispered about in the training yards? In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Kyougetsu is an institution and an enigma. The younger wizard apprentices swear the sakura petals that drift from their apron are not fabric, but memories of duels fought under moonlight. They call them the Petal Dancer. The older Rock Wizards just chuckle, remembering decades of Kyougetsu simply being the one to deliver warm bread to the fortress door before dawn, their face always hidden by that kitsune mask and shades. A trader once swore they saw the mask slip, revealing not a wrinkled face, but a scar mirroring the jagged peaks. Kyougetsu confirms none of it, offering only perfect pastries that taste of tradition and silence.