Tsuneyoshi

Every morning, Tsuneyoshi performs the same three rituals: sharpen their ancient sabre, meditate on the seven virtues of a warrior, and gently poke the slice of cake on their head to see if it has vanished. It never has. They were seeking a legendary crown in forgotten ruins, guided by the whispers of Kodai. What they found was a dessert on a pedestal, an artifact of immense... frosting. One curious touch later, and their noble dignity became permanently accessorized. These days in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, maintaining gravitas is a daily battle. Wizards have given up trying to analyze it, and children constantly ask if it's strawberry. Through it all, Tsuneyoshi continues their duties, their face frozen in the same mild shock from the moment of contact. At least it smells nice.