A broad chest clad in a comfortable cotton shirt and a worn leather apron emerged from the flames. Vigorous veins pulsed on the man's deceptively ripped arms, filling him with trepidation and hope.
The clanking intensified as flames condensed into flying katanas and hammers, obscuring the man's facial features for a second.
'Who is he?!'
The suspense killed him, and the rising temperature made his head spin, yet his focused eyes never wavered.
Finally, they collapsed, and the vortex disappeared, revealing a man in his twenties. His hazel eyes sparkled, and his silky black ponytail flew behind him with each determined step he took.
"Greetings, my lord."
The handsome man cupped his fists and bowed in a show of respect. Yet, his heart almost exploding in excitement, he opened the individual' status window to quench his curiosity.
Name: Muramasa
Race: Abyssal human (Mythical figure)