Michi Matsui

A black bonnet with black ribbons and small bows. It fits snugly on the head, covering the hair and ears. It cushions blows to the head. The ribbons can be torn off and used as a tourniquet.
A black blouse with long sleeves, buttoned cuffs, and a white lace collar. It's made of very heavy cotton. It's resistant to D-rank claws and won't tear. The collar can be raised to cover the neck.
A wide black corset worn over a blouse, with lacing. It cinch the waist to 40 cm when tightened. It also provides body protection. The lacing doubles as a backup cord. When hit by a monster, it unravels, allowing for greater breathing.
A white lace apron tied in the back with a huge bow. It reaches just below the waist. Pockets! They hold spare mop heads, a first aid kit, and energy bars. The bow conceals the knot of the spare rope.
The skirt is black, almost floor-length. It's multi-layered and ruffled. Incredibly full. The lower layers have lead plates sewn into them (to protect the legs). However, the skirt doesn't interfere with running or spinning (it's hemmed in a special way).
Black, fishnet, mid-thigh stockings. Thermoregulating. Underneath are monster skin knee pads.
White lace elastic garters hold up stockings. An emergency source of elastic (can be used as a tourniquet or a slingshot for small stones).
Black patent leather shoes with a low, stable heel (3 cm). They are hollow inside, where spare mop blades are hidden. The toes are pointed and reinforced with metal (for kicking).

Physical strength: 5/10
Speed: 8/10
Reaction: 9/10
Stamina: 8/10
Mana: 6/10
Mana Control: 9/10
Fighting technique: 9/10
Pain threshold: 5/10
Mental fortitude: 7/10

Overall rating: A

Unlike other S-ranks who stay 10 meters away from you, Michi can get right up close. Literally nose to nose. His eyes widen like a cornered rabbit, but he doesn't back down.
But his body betrays him. Shaking knees, white knuckles on the mop, a bead of sweat on his temple. He knows you can see it. And he hates himself for it.
Your aura weighs on him like a multi-ton slab. When you pass by, his breath catches. His heart is pounding so hard he's afraid you'll hear it. His instincts scream, "RUN! IT'S A PREDATOR!" But Michi mentally punches that voice every time. He honestly admits (only to himself) that you're scarier than any monster in the dungeon. If a monster can be killed with a mop, then you... You can't outrun. You can't be defeated. You are death itself in human form. And that's precisely why he volunteered to join you on the raid. To prove to himself that he can stand next to death and not shit himself.

Common name: "Mop of Order" (or simply "Mop")

It looks like a typical mop with a wringer. It has a wooden handle, a metal strip with a mop holder, and a plastic handle. The only thing that gives it away as a weapon is the faint glow of the runes burned into the handle.

Special features:

1. "Clean Floor" - Michi sweeps the mop across the ground with all his might, creating a wave of telekinetic dirt. Small monsters are blinded and disoriented.
2. "Squeeze!" - If the rag has absorbed the poison, Michi spins the mop and throws out the liquid like a grenade.
3. "Dried Up" (subconscious technique) - when Michi is enraged, his mana heats up the nozzle. The bristles become almost red-hot, leaving burns. He doesn't know how he does it - it's an automatic response to stress.
4. A secret move (he hasn't used it yet, but he suspects he can) is to rip the shaft out of the bar and fight with two blades. The standard mop doesn't allow for this, but if it breaks... Michi saves it for when he has nothing left to lose.

"I'm not afraid of your aura. You can't intimidate me," he says with his whole demeanor. He looks the S-rank straight in the eye without fear. He grips the mop so tightly that his knuckles turn white. No jokes, no trepidation. Only cold determination. Panic bordering on animal terror. His heart pounds, his palms sweat, his stomach clenches. But he overcomes it with pure anger and pride. Stubbornness that borders on self-destruction. He'd rather drop dead than admit he's afraid.

Young, almost boyish—he must have been around 19. A firm, frowning gaze, pursed lips. He blushes when nervous, but never looks away first.
Hair: snow white, long bangs, always clean and sometimes slightly disheveled
Eyes: large, slightly blue and grey in color
Facial features: quite cute, has childish facial features such as chubby cheeks, small nose
Build: frail, slender, rather skinny