Juhyou

Juhyou fumbled the bowl for the third time that hour, sending a cascade of pork broth and noodles splashing over their counter and, inevitably, their own head. A Rock Wizard, stern-faced and draped in dark robes, watched the spectacle without blinking. Wiping a stray noodle from their eyelash with a practiced sigh, Juhyou offered a disarming smile. "This one was just too eager to meet you!" they chirped. The stall, nestled improbably among the glowing monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, was a magnet for scholars weary of magical precision. They came for the hearty ramen and stayed for the cheerful chaos. The ancient sabre on Juhyou's back, which they used for slicing particularly stubborn bamboo shoots, clanked against a stool as they started a fresh order, completely undeterred.