Minari

Minari gently nudged the soil around the base of a young sapling, a familiar, patient gesture. They learned it from Mokuzai, back when The Heart of the Forest was more of an idea than a place. Together they planted the first groves, their work shaping the very landscape. While Mokuzai envisioned the sprawling canopy, Minari focused on the individual trees, ensuring each one felt the sun. Some call them a warrior, and it's true they guard the clearing, but their battles are waged against blight and unkind winds, not invading armies. Their Haori is more often smudged with dirt than blood. These days, their patrols often end with them sharing a choc stick with a local, their quiet strength a comforting presence among the amber leaves.