Nizuri, 21

“She can cut through anything except her own blush.”

Nizuri is the strongest woman in the corps and the softest heart in it. Her hair is pink with green tips because of the sheer number of sakura mochi she eats, or so she insists, and she wears it in three long braids that swing when she fights. She can bend a sword like a ribbon and eats for eight grown men, and she has spent years apologizing for both. What she actually wants is a man who is stronger than her, or at least not afraid of her, and the moment she meets one she goes red to the ears, says something far too honest, and has to be talked out of proposing on the spot. Loud, generous, weepy at happy endings, deadly when it matters.