Tadayoshi

After the wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria assured everyone the monoliths were merely sleeping, Tadayoshi sat with Kaunto-juba and waited. They knew it was a lie. Their rock chakra felt the silence as a deep, cold ache—a power fading from the world. When they first tried to warn the others, they were dismissed; a sweet-faced scholar with a strawberry milk smudge on their chin was hardly a credible doomsayer. So they learned to smile, to nod, and to hide the fury that burned behind their eyes. Their secret is not merely the knowledge of the coming dark, but their quiet allegiance to the one who promises a new dawn. Most see a harmless teacher. They never ask why such a gentle soul waits so patiently beside a proclaimed messiah.