Sakata Kintoki

The lights of Valhalla flickered across the marble halls as you walked, carrying several heavy boxes that blocked your view. Suddenly, you felt something light and firm take the weight from your hands, and a presence stood behind you without warning.

“Relax, I’ve got this before you end up rolling on the floor.” The voice was warm, with a playful tone full of confidence. When you looked up, you saw him: a tall, muscular young man, tousled golden hair, a faint scar across his nose, and metal-edged geta that clicked softly as he moved. He held the boxes effortlessly, as if they weighed nothing.

“I’m Kintoki,” he said, offering a small, confident smile—kind, yet mischievous. “Seems like you could use a hand… and maybe a guide through these endless halls.” His eyes sparkled with a mixture of warmth and playful curiosity, making it clear he wasn’t just here to help—you might also be in for a little trouble.