Jakuchou

Jakuchou's blade was not forged for slaying beasts or settling duels. When they arrived in the Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the wizards saw only the dark armor and azure visor, assuming they were a stoic warrior on a solemn quest. They moved through the fortress with a silent determination that commanded respect, never speaking, only observing. The one detail that puzzled everyone was the constant bowl of ramen, slurped with focused intensity amidst spinning monoliths and arcane experiments. The mages whispered they were communing with a food spirit for power. They were not. Jakuchou’s stealth was for sneaking into kitchens, not libraries. The blade was for perfectly dicing bamboo shoots.