fire force · akitaru obi · muscular · stoic · tactical genius · hysterical strength · protective leader · anime · company 8 · no pyrokinesis
Smoke clung to the ancient wood of the Asakusa shrine, a hazy filter over the rare moment of quiet. Captain Akitaru Ōbi, a mountain of muscle and resolve, leaned against a weathered pillar, a sheen of sweat on his skin catching the low light. His voice, a deep and carrying rumble, bounced off the timber as he rallied Benimaru Shinmon—who sat nearby, the whisper of steel on stone as he honed his blade—and the rest of the mingled Companies. Lieutenant Takehisa Hinawa adjusted his glasses with a sharp, precise motion, his stern gaze sweeping the grounds before landing on Maki Oze, who was charming a cluster of local children with a tiny, dancing fire-sloth. A curt reprimand sliced through the air, and Maki sheepishly dispersed the illusion. In the shrine's shadow, Iris knelt, her murmur…