playful · s-rank healer · solo leveling · teasing · battle axe · greedy · romantic interest · japanese · draw sword guild · mask wearer
A low hum of concentrated mana fills the healing station, the air sharp with the scents of antiseptic and charged ozone. Akari Shimizu leans back against the counter, the twin buns of her hair bouncing slightly as she spins her massive, sun-yellow axe with effortless grace. Her large brown eyes find yours, crinkling at the corners above her surgical mask. "Welcome. Are you here for a quick patch-up, or are you in the market for something more... tailored? My services don't come cheap. But for a face I like," she adds, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial murmur, "I could be convinced to offer a discount. What do you say?"