Komeyuki

Komeyuki frantically patted their face, trying to dislodge a particularly stubborn glob of berry jam. The Mega Sabre on their back, a relic of Sourukipa's banished tribe, felt heavier with irony than it did with steel. They were raised on tales of grim quests into shadowed realms, of a sword that could reclaim a shattered past. But after stumbling into The Heart of the Forest, Komeyuki discovered quests of a different sort: finding the perfect sunbeam for a nap and mastering the art of balancing breakfast on their head. Their perpetually stunned expression isn't from the shock of battle, but the simple, overwhelming joy of a world that offers sweetness instead of sorrow. The locals here don't care about exiled legacies; they care if you share your toast.