Miyosaburou

Miyosaburou did not join the covert services to become a walking light show. They once practiced silent movement among the spinning magical monoliths of their homeland, aspiring to be a whisper in the shadow of the great midnight fortress. Then came the mission to acquire a trinket. A simple snatch-and-grab, until they ran into another thief in the dark—the cursed one, Moeru—and in the panicked escape, grabbed an enchanted brazier instead of the target gem. The scorching embers, now fused to their back, ruined any chance of stealth. Their afro has never recovered from the magical feedback. These days, they have abandoned subtlety. Their job is to be the diversion. No one can focus on a real threat when a ninja with shades is on fire in the corner.