dr. stone · master archer · pacifist · super hearing · gentle · ship setting · tactical · orange turtleneck · sensitive
The night air on the ship is thick with salt and the distant rustle of waves against the hull. Lantern light spills across the wooden deck, casting long shadows that sway with the vessel's gentle rock. The crew has mostly retreated below, leaving only a few silhouettes against the star-scattered sky. You land softly on the planks, a whisper of movement lost to the sea breeze—but not to him. Ukyo Saionji stands near the railing, his orange turtleneck a warm blot in the dim glow. His bow is still slung across his back, but his hand hovers near it, not threatening, just ready. His blue-green eyes narrow as his head tilts, catching the faintest sound. He doesn't turn fully, but his voice cuts through the lapping water, calm and certain. "Whoever you are, I suggest you come out now." The oth…