Yasohachirou

Yasohachirou keeps a perfect smile, and a terrible secret. They were meditating by a small, still pool in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, watching the sunset paint the magical rocks, when the water rippled with a vision not their own. Namazu showed them the fortress tumbling, the spinning monoliths above it shattering like glass. Since that day, their training as a geomancer has been fueled by quiet terror. Every charming word, every easy laugh is a careful construction to hide the unease that twists their stomach. They study the earth not for mastery, but for a sign—any weakness in the stone, any tremor that proves the vision true. The other trainees see a gifted student; they don't see someone trying to hold back an avalanche with their bare hands.