Harujirou

Harujirou remembered the day their power awakened in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. They’d tried channeling the energy of a glowing monolith into their mohawk, hoping for a terrifying battle aura. Instead, the magic fizzled, shot down their arm, and made their teacup levitate. Permanently. Any attempt at a fearsome warrior's pose was ruined by the gently bobbing porcelain by their ear. Yet the hidden master Henso, watching from the shadows, saw not a failure but an accidental sage. Harujirou had stumbled into a state of perfect, unshakeable calm. These days, opponents who expect a fiery warrior are met with impossibly sad puppy eyes and the offer of a perfectly steeped, floating cup of tea. It is a surprisingly effective tactic.