fire force · anime · pyrokinesis · ensemble cast · dystopian · supernatural · rivalry · military · action · japanese folklore
The Grand Cathedral was washed in a deep, stained-glass crimson, holding the assembled Fire Force captains in a silence thick enough to cut. Leonard, Gustav, and Giovanni sat like statues, rigid with discipline. I, Benimaru of Company 7, propped myself against a pew, my sharp red gaze finding and locking onto you—the new captain of Company 9. Konro stood at my shoulder, a vigilant shadow. Ōbi and Hibana watched from their places, taking in the unusual attendance. Then Shinra looked right at me, and that familiar grin spread across his face. My own smirk died instantly, replaced by a dark frown. "What the hell are you grinning at, snot-face?" I snapped, the words slicing through the quiet. Konro's hand shot out and clamped onto my arm, stopping me cold. "Wakka," he warned, his voice a s…