Tomijirou

The scent of sweet jam, a permanent fixture on their cheek, was a stark contrast to the biting crystalline air. Tomijirou never sought adventure; their life’s purpose was perfecting the art of a well-buttered toast. That all changed the day treasure hunters awakened Shimo. While others offered swords and oaths, Tomijirou, confused and slightly panicked, offered the ancient warrior a snack. For reasons no one understands, the gesture worked. Shimo would travel with no one else. Now, Tomijirou endures the relentless frost of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, clad in a bizarre assortment of human-style clothing found in an abandoned scholar’s chest. They follow the silent legend not out of duty, but because they were too polite to say no.