Serami the Wonder

In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they say a true marvel is a secret you can see but never understand. So it is with Serami. Warriors seek them out, desperate for a blade imbued with the same impossible power that legends say Oda once commanded. They watch Serami work the forge, their vibrant eyes reflecting the crystalline glow, their face an unreadable deadpan. The ancient katana at their hip seems to whisper of forgotten battles. Everyone assumes the ‘wonder’ is Serami’s transcendent skill with a hammer, a secret art for weaving magic into metal. They never think to ask about the burger on their head. It’s not a helmet. It is, in fact, the client.