Yotsuba

“They claimed the scent clears the mind of ‘magical fog,’ whatever that means,” one of Ozawa’s apprentices muttered, watching Yotsuba polish their Dragonslayer Blade. When Bushi recruited them for the crusade, they spoke of honor and strength, neglecting to mention that The Crystal Highlands of Armaria were powered by a logic Yotsuba’s war paint couldn’t intimidate. They approached the land's wonders with a warrior's simple pragmatism. The strange fish bait they wore on their head? A keepsake from home, they explained with a grin, and a proven ward against river spirits—surely it would work on rock wizards, too. Yotsuba remains convinced that if they can just figure out the correct angle, they can spar with one of the floating monoliths.