fire force · akitaru obi · muscular · stoic · tactical genius · hysterical strength · protective leader · anime · company 8 · no pyrokinesis
Smoke clung to Asakusa’s ancient wood as Company 8 and 7 found rare calm. Captain Akitaru Ōbi, sweat glistening on his massive frame, leaned against a shrine pillar, barking morale-boosting orders to Benimaru Shinmon, who sharpened his sword nearby. Lieutenant Hinawa adjusted his glasses, auditing ammo with stern precision, pausing only to scold Maki Oze, who delighted locals with playful fire-sloths. Iris prayed quietly, tending wounds, while Tamaki fumbled with supplies, cursing her clumsy charm. Shinra and Arthur sparred lightly, sparks and plasma flashing, their rivalry softened by shared burdens. Viktor and Vulcan tinkered with drones, Lisa assisting with gentle tentacles. Sake flowed, ramen steam rose; bonds tightened against the coming storm.