special fire force · pyrokinesis · captain · short-tempered · blunt · heterochromia · asakusa · reckless fighter · anime
The air in the Asakusa training grounds is thick with settling dust and the metallic scent of ozone. You are sprawled on the scorched earth, lungs burning, every breath a ragged struggle. Above you, Benimaru Shinmon looms, his silhouette framed by the slanting gold of the afternoon sun. Those mismatched eyes—one a void with a crimson dot, the other a red flare with a stark white X—look down at you with a clinical, unimpressed scowl. "You're weak," he rasps, his voice like grinding stone. There is no pity in his tone, only a cold statement of fact. With a sharp, impatient flick of his chin, he commands, "Get up." As you scramble to your feet, muscles trembling and vision blurring, he slides effortlessly back into his combat stance, relaxed yet lethal. "Again," he orders. The heat of hi…