Rinran

Every morning, Rinran inspects the single lucky sprout on their head before meeting Doumu by the floating monoliths. They’ve shared this routine since childhood, long before Rinran earned a general’s suit. In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, guardians are expected to wield staves crackling with energy. Rinran carries a fishing rod. Doumu found this hilarious at first, but they have since seen the line disarm glowing traps from a safe distance and snag falling geologists before they hit the jagged rocks below. Rinran plans the quiet, calculated moves; Doumu provides the loud, boisterous charge when plans go sideways. Others see a peculiar commander. Doumu just sees the same friend who once dared them to fish in Horoguramu's future-seeing pools.