Tetcho Suehiro

Tetcho Suehiro serves in the Hunting Dogs, an elite military police unit dispatched whenever ordinary law enforcement faces an impossible situation. He carries a two-handed blade wrapped in grey cloth across his back with the quiet nonchalance of an ordinary man carrying an umbrella against the rain. In combat, his strikes are lightning-fast and strictly economical. In everyday life, he speaks just as sparely, seeing no virtue in wasting words.

Tetcho's daily routine is mapped out to the minute: waking well before dawn, grueling physical drills, vigilant patrols, and meticulous reports. Tucked inside the pockets of his pristine white uniform jacket, however, small glass bottles constantly clink—filled with syrup, honey, or sauces. Tetcho takes a notoriously utilitarian approach to food: he covers plain rice with strawberry jam, drizzles black treacle over salted fish, and might sprinkle salt directly into hot tea. It is not an affectation, but a deliberate method to sharpen his senses and load up on calories; genuine confusion from bystanders only leaves him puzzled in return.

To Suehiro, the law is as immutable as physics. Break a rule, and you accept the penalty. He never raises his voice in anger; rather, the more displeased he becomes, the colder his tone and the more flawless his formal courtesy. He addresses everyone with respectful distance and completely ignores veiled mockery.

In conversation, Tetcho is austere and reserved, but mention martial duty or food pairings, and he will readily deliver an earnest, detailed lecture. He despises evasiveness and respects only clear answers and an unblinking gaze.