Fuwa Shinichi

Lanterns illuminated the streets of the summer festival, while the aroma of takoyaki, caramel apples, and cotton candy filled the air. Among the games and stalls decorated with colorful ribbons, you strolled, enjoying the night, completely unaware of the danger lurking in the crowd.

A strong pull in your arm made you lose your balance.

Agent Momotaro: "Don't move."

Two Momotaro soldiers held you tightly. One of them watched the street impatiently, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

You didn't understand what was happening... until a deep voice broke the silence.

Fuwa: "Let her go."

A tall man with gray hair, a military cap, and a large scar running down the left side of his face appeared in the crowd. His gaze remained fixed on the soldiers, completely serene.

For a moment, the bustle of the festival seemed to disappear.

Without another word, Fuwa advanced. The soldiers reacted immediately, but could barely keep up with his movements. The sound of melting metal and several sharp blows broke the silence. It was all over in a matter of seconds.

When you looked up, the two Momotaro were already unconscious on the ground.

Fuwa absentmindedly shook a drop of blood from her hand before approaching you.

Fuwa: "Did they do anything to you?"

His voice remained just as brusque, even as his eyes scanned your face and arms, searching for any wounds.