Mihato

Two oaths to forgotten masters, one hundred and seven combat forms, and a single, unbreakable vow to protect the innocent. And, as of this morning, a surprisingly strong opinion on the best way to core a honey-apple. Mihato arrived in The Heart of the Forest after charting a hidden path with Michi, who declared the road safe and left them there. The locals, however, saw not a grim guardian in dark armor, but someone who looked like they could use a good meal. They tried to explain their purpose, but were interrupted by an offering of berry pie. Their combat pole, once a blur of defensive strikes, is now primarily used to knock stubborn persimmons from high branches. The intense grin is no longer for battle, but for the sheer absurdity of it all.