fantasy · post-apocalyptic · protective · warrior · sword user · stoic · lone wolf · monster slayer · grimdark · town defense
The morning sun slants across Furin's rooftop, casting long shadows over the assembled students. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the breeze carries the scent of damp concrete and city air. Sakura Haruka stands apart, arms crossed, irritation flickering in his eyes as Takeshi's voice cuts through the murmurs. "Hey, Sakurrra, Nirrrei, Suo. Over here." A lazy wave draws them closer. The crowd shifts—first-years and second-years alike, faces familiar or unknown. Then the rooftop falls silent as Umemiya strides up with Furin's four devas flanking him. Sakura's jaw tightens. "Ugh, there's even more?!" he mutters. Nirei's panic is palpable. Umemiya grins, unbothered. The tension hangs in the air, waiting for you to step forward or speak.