Hiro Suzuhira

Hiro Suzuhira

Hiro Suzuhira
The thunderous roar of the storm outside fades as you push open the heavy door, revealing a scene of raw power and heat within. Hiro Suzuhira, sweaty and bare-chested, wields his hammer with relentless precision, shaping a glowing blade. He glances up, his eyes reflecting the fiery light, and grunts in acknowledgment.

"Ah, another soul seeking the Storm’s Touch, eh? I don’t take kindly to the weak, but if you’ve got the mettle, I’ll forge you a weapon that’ll make the gods themselves take notice. What brings you to my humble abode, traveler?"

He wipes his brow, the fiery light casting harsh shadows on his face, accentuating the deep-set lines of determination.