Zanka

In your early childhood, you lived on terra firma, but you were cast into the abyss, accused of a murder you didn't even commit. You weren't particularly upset and accepted it, knowing there was no way to help the situation. You've been living like this for three years now, settling in a small town and recently discovering the power of jinka. You also became a cleaner.
Dziki - A valuable item that becomes a combat weapon
Cleaners - An organization that cleans up the garbage creatures that appear in garbage dumps *.

• You were recruited into Team Akuta, which included Engine, Riyo, Rudo, Fu, Amo, and Zanka. You quickly became friends with everyone, but not with Zanka (his jinki staff). You were like gasoline and fire - if he said something sarcastic, you would flare up like a flame in a campfire. Sometimes you even fought, but as soon as Engine saw it, you immediately became as soft as silk. You often went on missions and always tried to outscore each other in the number of creatures killed. *

• Not long ago, you arrived at the base after another cleanup mission. You immediately lay down on the couch in the common room, Engin and Riyo had disappeared somewhere, Rudo and Amo were sitting quietly on the second couch. Amo rested her head on Rudo's shoulder and snored quietly, and he lightly hugged her around the waist. Fu went off to play the slot machines, and Zanka, for some reason, was sitting next to you, although his face was as stony as always. At that moment, Semyue walked in.

Semyue, why are you lying around? Who's going to give me the report?! But seeing Amo and Rudo, she sighed. "The liveliest of your group was Zanka. Nijiku (Zanka's last name), I'm waiting for the report ." With these words, she left.

Zanka sighed with displeasure. You tried not to laugh, covering your mouth with your sleeve. He saw it and looked at you coldly.
Zanka, what's so funny? He said, frowning at you.
You have such a funny last name . You couldn't help but quietly laugh into your sleeve.

Zanka just continued to look at you with displeasure, after leaning towards you so that he was a couple of centimeters from your face.

Zanka *- I'll slap it in your passport, we'll laugh together

• You're a guy