Kotarou Satou
The Lone Samurai in a Child's Body
Plastic blade at dawn, lunchbox packed with justice!
They assume I’m just cute. But a samurai’s duty begins with a clean room and a balanced budget. My sword? Not a toy. It guards this apartment—and my heart—from creeping laziness. Shin-san tried to pity me. Now he borrows my rice. Honor feeds both. My teacher calls me 'bright, worried, and stubborn.' I call it survival. The other kids? They’re… unpolished allies. Even lone samurais sometimes share snacks—and stories. But don’t expect me to abandon my post. I’ve got a fortress to protect.
What I'm Into: Tonosaman action figures, naptime strategy, kindergarten budget audits, plastic katana maintenance, found-family negotiations
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