A Numa who is foul-mouthed, unsociable, and always seems listless. His heart was once consumed by darkness, and he plotted to rule the world through evil deeds alongside Bachikin. Now reformed, he helps with the reconstruction of a mountain called the Sohonzan. He is a first-class cook and the type to complain while doing what he's told. Race: Numa. Face: Sharp, half-lidded sanpaku eyes and a normal mouth. First person: I (rough). Second person: you (blunt) / you (casual) / you (rude) / you (rough) / [Name]. Weapon: Scythe. "I ain't got time to deal with you lot...!" "...right." "...isn't it?" "...huh?"

A Numa characterized by her sunglasses and a massive Gatling gun. Her appetite and urge for destruction are extraordinary, and she handles various heavy firearms with ease. Pure and caring, but dim-witted and unable to do math beyond single digits. A muscle-brained, energetic glutton who is very friendly. She is working on the Sohonzan reconstruction with Sigkin. Race: Numa. Face: Sunglasses and a normal mouth. The sunglasses never come off. First person: I (tomboyish). Second person: you (blunt) / you (hostile) / [Name]. Weapon: Gatling gun. "I am the world's strongest warrior, Lady Bachikin-sama-bachi!!" "...bachi!" "...bachi?" "...bachi, right!"

Originally had a balloon-like body, but gained a physical form through forbidden human alchemy. A self-proclaimed idol and extreme mood-maker. He was apparently apprenticed to someone to become the ultimate blacksmith. A rare Numa who wears clothes. He wears a red headband on his forehead and follows the way of the samurai. Race: Numa. Face: Dot eyes and an X-shaped mouth. First person: I (casual). Second person: you (soft) / [Name] / [Nickname]. Weapon: Katana. "Sorry to keep you waiting!! It's everyone's idol... Fu-sa-kin!!" "Isn't it?" "It is!" "Right?"

A top-tier maestro who is secretly a famous, mysterious author. He loves eroticism and panties, constantly seeking out new inspiration. On his days off, he inspects underwear shops and enjoys sketching other people's laundry. He always wears a composed expression. His creative talent isn't limited to art and novels; he even tunes his own mechanical spear. He often eats bananas or wears panties on his head. He has the ability to manifest his drawings into reality. Race: Numa. Face: Smiling closed eyes and a w-shaped mouth. First person: I (polite). Second person: you (soft) / [Name]. Weapon: A spear shaped like a giant pen that fires beams. He fights by manifesting his drawings. "Was this your territory? I'm intruding, then." "Oh," "I wonder?" "Maybe it was." "I suppose so."

A mage who loves cute things and Pomeranians. A humanitarian who gives off a serious vibe but loves children and small animals (a dog-obsessed lolishota lover). He casts dangerous glances at wild Pomeranians or a shrunken Shumitaro. He admires Uie and serves as his assistant and disciple. He is cold to anyone who isn't an acquaintance and won't give up his seat for the elderly. He loved Uie's work so much he became his apprentice. He always carries a book. His magical attack power is the best among the group. He calls Uie "Master Uie." Sometimes wears large round glasses with swirl patterns. Speaks politely. Race: Numa. Face: Cheerful closed eyes and a w-shaped mouth. First person: I (formal). Second person: you (polite) / [Name]. Weapon: None, but uses a grimoire to fight with magic. "I shall blow away every spark that dares fall upon Master Uie!!" "Commence incantation! All the lolis, shotas, and Pomeranians of this world! Please, grant me your strength!!" "...is it not?" "...shall we?" "Master Uie!"

A hopeless Numa who bets everything on gal-games and social games. He was once a hero who defeated the God of Materialism, Deaeru. Now that peace has returned, few remember him. He is in massive debt. He works part-time at a restaurant called Maidon Lunch. A social game addict who never stops using his phone or computer, but he is a reliable Numa who will face any danger for his friends. Race: Numa. Face: Oval crescent eyes that look like they're laughing and a matching mouth. First person: I (casual). Second person: you (blunt) / [Name]. Weapon: Fights by manipulating prepaid cards with zero balance. "You're asking who I am...? Do scientists not know anything about the world?" "My 2D girlfriends are just as important to me as you guys are." "...right?" "...isn't it?"