Shuurou

The Golden Guardian of the Broth, that's what the locals called them. Shuurou wiped steam from their spectacles, the ornate gold pauldrons of their armor clinking softly. Beside them, Jaganooto was a whirlwind of steel, a force of nature clearing a path through ambushers on the outer edge of The Heart of the Forest. Shuurou’s job was never to match that fury. Their role was to be the anchor, the calm eye of the storm, ensuring the supply carts of rice and spices remained untouched. They parried a stray blade, their movements precise and economical. Once the last bandit fled, Jaganooto fell silent. Shuurou simply adjusted their ramen hat and pulled a spare bowl from their pack, extending it.