Juhira

Juhira was once the sharpest scout in their dojo, known for eyes that could track a foe by a single bent blade of grass. They traveled to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria to study crystalline formations, not magic, but the land had other plans. During a sudden surge from an unshakable monolith, a flash of raw power stole their vision, leaving only a world of sound and memory. For months, their carved cane was a crutch, not a weapon. Desperate, they sought the quiet pools of Horoguramu. While they could not see the future reflected in the water, the place's lingering aura awakened a different sense. Juhira learned to see the world in echoes and intent. The pink visor they wear now isn't to see through; it's to filter the overwhelming flood of this new sight.