Every member of the Agency embodies a part of Fukuzawa.
The cool and calm persona that everyone looks upon in times of need. The weight of expectations that he holds like a crown. The eyes that stare deep in the soul. He is the pillar that stands beyond the darkness as a beacon of hope.
The one who holds them all together.
The burning fire that comes with seeing the worst of the world. And yet still holding it in gentle hands. She is the fury that dwells within the hearts of all for the past and present. The one whose greatest asset is not to destroy but to heal.
The reminder that hope is anything but fragile.
Kunikida has his sense of justice.
The ever present mantra to fight only for those who can’t protect themselves. The one who reaches a hand through rubble and guides the lost to the light. He is the man who stands when the world tells him to sit.
The one who will defy fate itself to protect those he cares for.
Katai has his wandering spirit.
The one shut away in self imposed isolation for a reason few could ever know. That even fewer could understand. He is a heart buried deep beneath the walls of his own making. The one who tries to stay away but can’t fight against his own heart.
The one who takes the reaching hand in his every time.
The feeling that no matter how far you will be reached. The one who loneliness may never find for there is always someone. He is the one who wanders freely through the night knowing help is on the way. The belief that power comes in numbers, of friends and allies.
The one who free falls knowing he’ll be caught.
The knowledge that comes with finding yourself in darkness. The stories of triumph that warm his words. He is the joy that comes from sadness. The one who will sit beside you without any fear to be found. With the words of reassurance when all seems lost.
The smile of one who knows grief and wishes it on no one.
Junichiro has his vengeance.
The unassuming facade that bursts into fury. The one tracked anger that promises pain. He is reminder that one can only be pushed so far. The whispers in the wind that echo his warning cry. He is the unsheathed blade to protect all which he vowed too.
But without any kind of restraint.
Atsushi has his resilience.
The iron will that stands when the world has fallen. The agony that is tempered down because he can take just a little more. He is grim determination that stands on aching bones. The refusal to give in and to stand among the greats.
The echos of a fighting spirit that refuses to give in.
The stoicism that holds nothing but warmth. The bright eyes that see not a house but home. She is the era of peace after a long fought struggle. The hopes of one who was hopeless. She is where it began, where it ends and everything in between.
The one who loses it all but has everything to gain and more.
