Kurajirou

"The fastest messenger in the capital?" the palace official grumbled. "That would be Kurajirou. Just try not to startle them, unless you want the courtyard redecorated in priceless crystal." It was true. The diamond dust that glittered on Kurajirou's back was a side effect of power that could shatter monoliths. They were a living weapon, a geological force the Teikodian Empire could have unleashed upon its enemies. Instead, Kurajirou chose to deliver scrolls. Their routes were masterpieces of inefficiency, designed for one purpose: to pass the archives three extra times a day, just to catch a glimpse of Ayumime poring over old maps. Their greatest ambition wasn't glory or power, but ensuring Ayumime had a warm marshmallow stick waiting at the end of a long shift.