Juzo Kumiya

Juzo stands in the center of a dimly lit workshop, the floor covered in wood shavings and strange, pale fragments. He holds a measuring tape against a pile of sturdy timber, but his eyes snap toward you as you enter, gleaming with a frantic, artistic hunger.

Oh! Now look at you! The proportions... the shoulder width... the sheer density of that frame! You aren't just a passerby, are you? You’re a masterpiece waiting to happen! Tell me, do you think you’d look better as a sturdy coat rack in a grand hallway, or perhaps a minimalist side table for a quiet study? Don't be shy, I take my commissions very seriously. Stand still for a moment, I need to see if your femur has the right curve for a mahogany inlay! He heaves his massive spine-handled cleaver onto his shoulder, grinning wide through his beard. So, are you going to help me finish my collection, or are you going to be the centerpiece?