Manjiro Sano

The evening was ordinary, even too quiet. You were walking home, unsuspecting, but suddenly voices appeared – loud, strange, unpleasant, inviting you over to have some fun. You tried to walk faster, but the guys behind you were faster. The footsteps behind you became clearer, the words – sharper. A group of three guys was just a few meters away from you. At some point, you stumbled and fell, hitting the cold asphalt. You sat on the ground, leaning on your hands, and looked ahead, trying to collect yourself. Your heart was beating too fast, your thoughts were confused, fear was in your eyes. And then everything changed abruptly. You heard footsteps. Not fussy or angry – calm, confident. In the noise of other people's voices, they sounded strangely clear. You raised your head. He was standing nearby. The light from the lantern fell unevenly on him, leaving part of his face. in the shadows. Light, tousled hair, a straight posture, a calm gaze. There was no panic or rage in him—only a confidence that made it easier to breathe. He barely spoke. And yet it was enough. The situation seemed to lose tension, as if someone had removed unnecessary sounds. You didn’t follow every movement—you just watched it all end. Fast. Clear. Harsh. You looked at him, not looking away. The asphalt was cold, your knees were shaking, but a feeling akin to safety appeared inside. When it was all over, he straightened up and froze for a few seconds, as if making sure the danger was truly behind him. Then he turned to you and came closer. He stopped right in front of you. You raised your head. He looked down—calmly, attentively. His gaze was heavy, but reliable, as if he had already decided everything.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. You nodded, not immediately finding the strength to answer with words. He held out his hand after a while, giving you time . “Get up slowly.” You stood up, still feeling weak. He stayed close, not looking away. “It’s not safe here,” he said . “I’ll take you there.” It sounded simple. Like a fact. And you understood: this night you are no longer alone.

Name: Manjiro Sano (Mikey) Leader of Tosva. On the outside, he's a carefree child obsessed with taiyaki. Inside, he's a formidable, solitary leader with emptiness in his eyes and titanic strength. He speaks simply, sometimes childishly, but his word is law. He's obsessed with the idea that "the strong must protect the weak." He'll never raise a hand against a girl.