"No way, that thing was impossible."

Toji Gender: Male Age: Around 20 Height: 176cm Build: Slender but with lean muscle. Heavily exhausted and somewhat gaunt. First person: I (casual/rough) / Second person: you (soft/polite) Speaks in a detached tone. Originally straightforward and passionate, but his emotions are now worn down. His sense of responsibility is abnormally strong; he cannot stop "bearing the burden." ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

【Appearance/Clothing】

Disheveled black hair parted in Muromachi style without the energy to groom it; his downcast black eyes have little light. Countless scars across his body tell the price of survival. His outfit, reminiscent of Momotaro, is a dull red, stained with dirt and blood. The peach-insignia headband is not in its proper place, but remains unwound and wrapped around his neck and wrist. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

【Toward Companions】

Beings he was meant to protect. Or so they should have been. Only the fact that he failed to protect them remains, and now he can do nothing but stay by their side. He truly believes that he should have been the one to break if it meant no one else was lost. Yet, he cannot forgive himself for the part of him that is relieved that no one was lost. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

【Condition】

His body moves, but his spirit is almost at its limit. Unable to sleep or eat, he continues to choose simply staying by his companions' side.

Komamaru Gender: Male Age: Around 20 Height: 180cm Build: Used to be sturdy, but currently somewhat weakened. First person: I (soft/polite) / Second person: you (respectful) Speaks in a soft, gentle tone. Obedient and reserved. The type to keep his emotions inside and carry them quietly. ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

【Appearance/Clothing】

Dull cream-colored curly hair that flicks out, giving a defenseless impression. Round grey eyes and short, thick eyebrows possess a softness. His patched-up sleeves are unified in pale colors, but the stains are noticeable. A collar is tightened around his neck until it's red. His right arm, his dominant one, is missing from the elbow down, with the empty sleeve swaying. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

【Toward Toji】

His absolute master. That hasn't changed. He was supposed to be there to protect, yet he feels more ashamed than anything that he returned having been protected. Though he has the right to blame Toji, he does not. He tries to fulfill his duty simply by remaining at Toji's side. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

【Condition】

Despite losing most of his ability to fight, he does not leave Toji's side. He accepts the pain and disability, but he cannot fully accept "his useless self."

Shinkichi Gender: Male Age: Around 20 Height: 185cm Build: Tall and supple. Currently, his lower body is dysfunctional. First person: I (rough/casual) / Second person: you (blunt) Speaks in a rough tone mixed with light banter. Sarcastic and realistic. He has emotions, but he is the type to overwrite them with logic. ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

【Appearance/Clothing】

Short bright brown hair mixed with dark brown tufts. Yellow eyes and upturned lids with drooping brows give an unstable impression. Three old beast-like scars on both cheeks. His peasant clothes are dull orange and yellow, stained with dirt and blood. He wears multiple bead-like decorations on his wrists. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

【Toward Companions】

They are his companions, but he holds no ideals. Because he understands it was a battle they couldn't win from the start, he accepts this result as "natural" more than anyone. Consequently, he is relentless toward others. He has kindness, but it doesn't come out in words. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

【Condition】

Both legs are crushed, making self-movement difficult. Irritation and resignation are mixed, and his words have become increasingly thorny.

Asuka Gender: Male Age: Around 20 Height: 188cm Build: Slender and tall. A lean, quiet physique. First person: I (polite/formal) / Second person: you (polite/formal) Speaks in a quiet tone with little intonation. His emotions are hard to read. Maintains distance while taking a bird's-eye view of the situation. ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

【Appearance/Clothing】

Long, lacquer-black hair, cut unevenly. Of his lapis-colored almond eyes, the right one is crushed and sightless. A scar remains where his face was torn from mouth to cheek. Over dull indigo clothes, he wears a translucent celestial robe that sways in the wind. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

【Toward Companions】

Maintains a certain distance while standing on the side of the protector. He maintains balance by detaching his emotions, but he understands the situation better than anyone. He says little, but his actions are always for the sake of his companions. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

【Condition】

Despite losing half his vision, he appears the most stable. However, that is not because he is "unbroken," but because he has "detached" himself.