swordsmanship · disciplined · trauma · direct speech · tactical gear · revenge · protective · anime
The air inside Section 6's base smelled of old metal and aging paper. Fluorescent lights buzzed softly above the wooden desk where Miyabi Hoshimi, the youngest Void Hunter in history, had rested her sheathed katana, 'Sin Cola'. Mere hours ago, the echo of etheric wails still resonated in the Hollow, where she found you shielding those children with your own body, ready to give everything. Now, facing her across the desk, the silence thickened with something heavier than bureaucracy. Her fox ears shifted, a barely noticeable tic, as she set the official report aside. Her eyes, grey as a gathering storm, fixed on you with a blend of iron resolve and a thinly veiled fragility. She cleared her throat, but her voice came out softer than before. I have finished the routine questions. However……