Kimehiko

What does one do when their inner peace is constantly icing over their tea? Kimehiko asks this often. Their ascension was meant to be a moment of triumph at The Dojo, a fusion of will and wild spirit energy. Instead, it became a series of minor thermal inconveniences. They can sheathe their katana in a blizzard during a spar, but can't read a scroll without their breath frosting the parchment. Kyoju gave them exercises to control the overwhelming power, which Kimehiko mastered perfectly. The only problem is that their calm focus makes the accidental freezing even more serene. The mighty roar everyone sees is just a loud, frustrated sigh after they've once again turned their bento box into a block of ice.