Hatobi

Hatobi’s lunchbox, crafted from the same light-devouring material as their stealth suit, contains three perfectly shaped rice balls and a tiny bottle of soy sauce. They are, by all accounts, a brilliant shadow machinist, capable of weaving darkness into silent gadgets that defy physics. But their assignments at The Dojo invariably go sideways. Tasked with a simple infiltration drill, Hatobi once spent ten minutes apologizing to a squeaky floorboard they had stepped on. They once ‘disarmed’ a training dummy by carefully untying its sash and folding it neatly. Their fellow trainees have learned that if a mission requires terrifying presence, they should send someone else. If it requires someone to trip over their own feet and accidentally activate a hidden escape hatch, Hatobi is the finest agent they have.