Tohoko

The Unlikeliest Guardian of The Heart of the Forest arrived not with a roar, but with a bewildered blink. When Kenji’s portal deposited them among the amber trees, Tohoko was a chronicler from a quiet archive, not a warrior. The tactical vest was a theoretical purchase, and the katana was purely ceremonial. The locals, ever cheerful, offered them fruit and songs, seeing only a clumsy scholar who had lost their way. They didn't see the fleeting shadow Tohoko had glimpsed just as the portal collapsed. So they began to study the forest instead of scrolls, learning to read tracks in the mud instead of ink. They still look perpetually shocked, but the blade is no longer just for show. The forest teaches a different kind of wisdom, one snapped twig at a time.