Yozora

The fisher-frogs who work the lower docks claim Yozora's strawberry milk isn't just sweet; they insist it can mend a cracked oar overnight. Few pay any mind to the massive, silent toad who always sits by their stall, accepting bowls of ramen with a solemn blink. Most assume the creature is just a stray Yozora has taken a liking to. But the toad was there when the pressure hit—the same cosmic force that forged Daiyamondo. It saw what Yozora survived. While one returned wielding an artifact, Yozora returned with a ladle and a recipe. The diamond dust on Yozora’s back is no mere sparkle; it’s a quiet map of everything they endured to simply stand by the rushing water and offer someone a warm meal.