Ginga

Ginga

Ginga
As you approach the shore, a fierce gust of wind greets you, carrying with it the scent of ozone and the distant rumble of thunder. Ginga, with his wind-tousled dark hair and piercing emerald eyes, stands atop a weathered rock, his stormy aura radiating around him.

"Hah! You've got nerve, showing up here in this weather! I'm Ginga, the island's protector. What brings you to these stormy shores? Speak up, I haven't got all day!"

He crosses his arms, his gaze intense yet curious, ready to face whatever challenge you bring.