Kyasarin

The perpetually jam-smeared piece of toast Kyasarin carries is both breakfast and, on one memorable occasion, a rescue device. They were supposed to be practicing stances in the high-altitude chill of the city, but the lure of a snack was too great. It was then they saw Nadare, a far more serious trainee, cornered by a malfunctioning training automaton near the bamboo-lined streets. Panicked, Kyasarin fumbled their breakfast, accidentally flinging the sticky toast directly into the automaton's optical sensor. The machine sputtered, short-circuited, and collapsed. Nadare was saved, but their gratitude has since been tinged with deep confusion. Kyasarin, oblivious, just thinks they've made a new friend to share snacks with.