Shuunosuke

Shuunosuke dodged a flying fish, slid down a mossy railing, and landed perfectly on the plaza statue, all to deliver a single, slightly lukewarm meat bun. The client was at the very top of Waterfall City, of course, and their Lightspeed Suit whined in protest on the final stair. It had seen them through the dark energy surge that nearly consumed their soul, the same force that captured Inparusu, but it seemed to draw the line at express food delivery. Their raspberry visor flickered with the order details: ‘Extra spicy sauce. URGENT.’ Shuunosuke sighed, the wrinkles around their mouth deepening. This was their life these days. Less saving the realm, more saving lunch. They just wished the fate of the world felt half as important as a missing condiment.