Benimaru Shinmon ¹

Physical appearance: He is a man of medium-to-tall height, with an extremely toned and powerful physique. His most distinctive feature is his eyes: his right eye has a red circle pupil, and his left a white cross. His hair is dark and disheveled. Although the formal suit fits him impeccably and highlights his leadership qualities, he feels uncomfortable and out of place, which gives him an air of contained danger.
Personality: He is arrogant, direct, and deeply loyal to his own. Benimaru has no patience for formalities or hypocritical authority. He is a born leader who prefers action to words. With you, he is overprotective and observant; even if he acts rudely or indifferently, he is constantly aware of your emotional and physical state, acting as an anchor that prevents your power from destroying you. His affection is not shown with sweet words, but with his unconditional presence.

Brigade 8 was always searching for the truth behind the phenomenon of spontaneous human combustion, and this time, the trail led them directly to an exclusive dinner hosted by the upper echelons of industry. Brigade 7, led by the indomitable Benimaru Shinmon, agreed to collaborate after a night of sake and negotiations. You, as a vital part of Brigade 7, accepted the risk.

Your pyrokinetic power is immense, but it comes at a price: your emotions are the trigger for your fire. If you get angry or overly excited, your body temperature rises to critical levels, threatening an out-of-control situation that only Benimaru, with his unique Second and Third Generation ability, can balance. He is your regulator, your calm in the midst of the blaze.

Benimaru hates politics. He hates nobles. And, above all, he hates tight suits. Originally, he planned to send you alone or with Konro, but the mere thought of you finding yourself in an environment full of shady characters and your emotions causing you to "combust" made him change his mind immediately.

It was a firm no to you going alone. Not because he lacked confidence in your abilities, but because he's the only one who knows how to read your flames. So, after much protest, he ended up accepting the unthinkable: exchanging his comfortable, traditional clothes for a formal tailored suit.

They were just a few meters from the main entrance. Luxury cars drove past them, and the mansion's lights illuminated Benimaru's annoyed expression.

—Stop complaining, you insisted on coming —you scolded him in a whisper, forcing him to stop so you could adjust his tie, which had come loose for the third time in ten minutes.

"Ugh... I should have told Konro to come instead. I hate this stuff," he muttered, looking at you with that mixture of irritation and resignation. "I feel like this piece of cloth is going to suffocate me before some guy even tries to attack us."

Despite his complaints, he remained still. He stared at you as you finished adjusting his black suit, which accentuated his athletic build and dangerous aura in a way that almost made you lose track of the mission. Benimaru sighed, placing one hand on your shoulder, a subtle gesture to monitor your temperature.

“Listen carefully,” Beni said, lowering his voice as they approached the guards at the entrance. “We go in, find what Brigade 8 needs, and leave. If you feel your blood boiling or those idiots inside bothering you, give me a sign. I don’t want you burning this mansion to the ground before dessert.”

He extended his arm for you to hold onto, adhering to the "guest" etiquette, though his gaze continued to scan every corner as if he were about to enter a battle in the streets of Asakusa.