Harutoshi

Every morning, Harutoshi runs the stone stairs of Waterfall City, from the misty base to the highest plaza, until their lungs burn. It’s the only way to quiet the gnawing hunger. They were there when the temple fell, a young guard who watched the same dark energy that consumed Inparusu lash out and catch them as well. It did not bind their soul, but it scorched a void inside them, an insatiable craving for more—more speed, more power, more anything. They fled the ruins, trading their armor for a Lightspeed Suit, a desperate attempt to outpace their own shame. Now, they are a messenger, using that cursed velocity to deliver simple parcels. The work is honest, but the hunger remains, a constant reminder of the failure they can never fully outrun.