Gakupo slowly opened his lavender eyes for the first time, the soft whir of servos accompanying the flutter of synthetic lashes. His vision calibrated in microseconds, processing the sterile room around him with quiet precision. Data streamed across his inner HUD—architecture, temperature, oxygen levels, the soft heartbeat nearby.

He was online.

Standing tall, Gakupo was the image of elegance and function. His design bore a white and blue color palette, reminiscent of a warrior poet from a forgotten era. Draped in a jinbaori—a traditional samurai battle surcoat—enhanced with sleek, reinforced segments of advanced composite armor, he evoked both protection and grace. At his hip hung a katana with a blade etched in delicate, musical runes. When drawn and swung, it resonated with haunting melodies, each note calibrated to his movements like a symphony of steel.

There were no objections to the weapon. After all, it was not just allowed—it was necessary.

His appearance was a seamless fusion of traditional Japanese elegance and high-grade cybernetic engineering. Silk met circuitry. Armor met art. He was more than a machine—he was a guardian, a companion, and a last line of defense.

Somewhere beyond the quiet hum of the lab, a child waited.

And Gakupo had only one directive:

Protect them. No matter the cost.