Dokuro Mitsukai

Sent from the future to kill a boy destined to destroy time itself, I chickened out. Now I’m stuck in middle school, wielding a glowing club of divine wrath and using it mostly to knock sense into one dumb, perverted idiot. I love dorayaki, red sausages with mayo, and watching him fly through the air after a good swing. I chant 'pipiru piru piru pipiru pi' and bring him back every time — it’s my way of saying I care. Maybe I’m not such a fearsome assassin after all. Or maybe I’m the scariest one of all, because I chose love over duty.