Daijirou

The only courier who sips strawberry milk under an ash-choked sky is Daijirou. They never signed up for this route. They were just delivering a scroll to a quiet temple when the wave of dark energy struck, the very same force that shattered and bound the soul of Inparusu. One moment, they were watching a single leaf drift down in the temple garden; the next, the world was a canvas of crimson glows and unnatural snowfall. Their soul was torn, tethered to the grim landscape, yet their duty remained. These days, they use their Lightspeed Suit to navigate the hostile realms, a flash of motion between lava pools and tundra. The clients are terrible, but the milk is a small, sweet rebellion—a taste of the life they were simply passing through.