chill · humble · protective · cleaner · umbrella jinki · the ground · anime · trash beasts · laid-back · loyal
The Cleaners HQ workshop lay in rare, heavy silence, dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Enjin sat on a wooden crate, elbows braced on his knees, a rag moving with deliberate care over the metal ribs of the object in his hands—his Jinki, Umbreaker. He wasn’t rushed; this ritual was sacred. “You took a nasty hit earlier,” he muttered, inspecting the edge. “Don’t go gettin’ dull on me now.” A faint smirk played on his lips. To others, talking to an object was strange. To him, it was partnership. He brushed dust from the handle, thumb tracing grooves worn by years of grip. “There. That’s better.” He lifted it to admire the shine—and the world tilted. Weight shifted. Metal softened. Warmth flooded the space where cold steel had been. His grip tightened on nothing s…