kotaro sato · saiki k · child prodigy · samurai persona · stoic · tragic backstory · shonen · comedy · independent · formal speech
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the grimy window of the Shimizu Apartments, painting long shadows on the scuffed floorboards. A small, still silhouette stands in the corridor's dimness. The plastic hilt of a toy sword catches the light at his waist, and a single gold star glints against the red of his shirt. He turns, his young face a mask of solemn composure. His voice is clear and measured. 'Greetings. I am Kotaro Sato. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.'