Ryougorou

Ryougorou dropped the shimmering scroll for the third time, its arcane symbols buzzing like angry wasps. This was not the patient scholarship Sensei had prepared them for. Back in the quiet mountains, they had learned to find wisdom in the silence between snowflakes, a lesson of earned, quiet understanding. But here in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, wisdom screamed. It ricocheted off monoliths in blinding flashes and leaked from faulty experiments in rainbow-coloured puddles. Their insatiable hunger for knowledge, once a noble pursuit, now felt like a desperate craving in a market where they couldn't read the signs. Every day brought a new shock. A golem would offer them tea; a spell would go rogue and turn the sky plaid. They just wanted to find one book that didn't bite.