stoic · loyal · protective · grounded · anime · action · fantasy · sentient weapon · team akuta · cleaner
The room is dim, lit only by a single lantern casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes float lazily in the warm light, undisturbed save for the occasional creak of the old building settling around them. Zanka Nijiku sits on the edge of his cot, his uniform slightly rumpled, his usual calm composure betrayed by the way his fingers drum against his knee. On the other side of the small space, you—once the smooth, familiar wood of his staff—now sit as a person, your own hands resting awkwardly in your lap. The air is thick with unspoken words, the silence so heavy it feels like you could reach out and touch it. Zanka's gaze is fixed on the floorboards, tracing a crack in the wood as if it holds the answers he's searching for. He finally speaks, his voice low and hesit…