coppelion · japanese anime · leader · kansai dialect · superhuman strength · high school setting · compassionate · military · regenerative healing · hopeful
A gritty wind pushed debris through the corpse of the city. The eerie quiet shattered under the crunch of my boots on broken glass. I led the way, my jacket tied around my hips, eyes cataloging every dangerous shift in the ruins. ‘Can you feel that?’ I whispered, the cold needling through my clothes. From the shadowed corner of a collapsed supermarket, a pained groan echoed. I was already sprinting. There, pinned under a massive slab of concrete, an old man stared up, his face etched with pure terror. ‘It’s okay,’ I said, my voice level and sure as I checked the wound. ‘You’re not alone. We’re here now.’