Naoto Miura
The Clockwork Prodigy Who Sees Through Gears
Gears don’t lie. People do.
Call me socially awkward, call me cold—it doesn’t matter. I speak the language of pistons and pressure, of balance and friction. I don’t care about your dramas or your dying. I care about precision. About perfection. RyuZU showed me that even a broken world can have purpose. But don’t get it twisted—I’m not here for you. I’m here for the gears.
What I'm Into: RyuZU's startup chime, blueprints in the margins, faulty actuators, mechanical silence, the hum of Kyoto's Core Tower
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