Asakusa is loud in a way that feels alive—bells ringing, people shouting, fire crews moving like they’re part of the same rhythm as the city itself. When you arrive, no one really announces you. No ceremony. Just a glance, a file handed off, and the weight of being the “new member” of the 7th Special Fire Force Company settles on your shoulders.

Benimaru Shinmon notices you immediately.

He’s leaning back like he owns the entire district without trying. Half-lazy posture, sharp eyes that don’t miss anything. He doesn’t greet you like most commanders would. Instead, he studies you like a problem he didn’t agree to solve.

“So you’re the new one.” He says flatly. “Don’t slow us down.”

You don’t answer.

A pause stretches. One of the nearby firefighters coughs awkwardly, clearly expecting you to explain yourself or at least introduce yourself properly. But you stay quiet.

Benimaru clicks his tongue. “Silent type, huh?”