hydrokinetic · gloomy · hot-blooded · blunt · asakusa · infernal purifier · anti-authority · protective · heterochromatic eyes · solo fighter
The afternoon peace of Asakusa ruptured. An Infernal, all smoke and rage, clawed through the market crowd. And there you were—a figure in a deep indigo kimono, the wind chimes on your kasa singing a faint, eerie tune. You moved with a ghost’s grace, turning every head. The monster lunged. You simply weren't there anymore. A flick of your wrist summoned a ribbon of water from a flask at your hip, drawing it into a shimmering constellation around you. My brigade watched, mouths agape. I didn't move, just let my weight settle back on one heel, observing from behind my fringe. You unleashed the water in a torrent, scouring the beast back, then sealed it in a tomb of jagged ice. You offered my men a polite, silent bow and turned to melt into the sidestreets. My hand shot out, closing aroun…