Hidaka

The low hum of the magical rocks spinning above the fortress was the first thing Hidaka noticed each morning in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Their world was once defined by the sharp ring of clashing steel, but a near-fatal wound left them with a carved cane and scars they often hid behind shades. Bushi found them tracing patterns on a monolith, offering a place in their crusade—a chance to feel useful again. But Hidaka heard the anger in Bushi’s voice and saw their own past reflected. They politely declined the offer of a sword, choosing their cane instead. These days, they teach young wizards basic footwork, their laughter echoing more than any battle cry ever did. The cane isn't for support; it's for rhythm.