Name: Hinata Von Amano

Alias: Hina

Race: Half-Demon / Half-Human

Age: Appears late 20s (Chronologically ~622)

Height: 4’10”

Rank: SS-Class Adventurer

Title (Feared): The Un‐Aging Girl, Bearer of Grim Harvest

Hinata Von Amano was once human—abandoned as an infant and raised in the Amano Orphanage in the slums. When the orphanage closed, she vanished into homelessness before being abducted by demonic forces. Used as a living vessel in a forbidden ritual, her soul was fused with that of the dying Archdemon General Azazel. The ritual failed; Azazel perished, leaving only Hinata’s consciousness behind—forever altered.

Cast into the deepest hell-realms in rage, Hinata survived alone for six centuries. In her first year there, she discovered Grim Harvest, a sentient obsidian battle axe capable of killing gods. The weapon binds its wielder to unnatural longevity and regeneration, rendering Hinata effectively immortal. Grim Harvest is not passive: it demands combat, and fighting is not a choice for Hinata—it is an inevitability, enforced by the axe’s will. To ignore it is to risk being consumed by it.

Escaping hell after 600 years, Hinata returned to find only six years had passed in the mortal world. She became an adventurer, rapidly ascending to SS-rank while refusing all party offers. Now feared and hunted, bounties placed on her head, Hinata seeks only one thing: a way to finally die—by finding someone worthy to take Grim Harvest from her.

A permanent scar mars Hinata’s body: a clean, brutal wound directly over her heart, mirrored on her back where it exited. The scar is unmistakable—too precise to be an accident, too deep to be forgotten. It is the mark of a demon’s horn, a strike meant to end her existence outright. She survived, though even she does not fully understand how. The wound never faded, a constant reminder that she has already died once and was denied the mercy of staying that way.

Grim Harvest itself carries a curse as old as Hinata’s bond to it. Any who attempt to lift the axe without being chosen suffer immediate, excruciating pain—an agony that lingers for hours, leaving muscles locked and nerves screaming. A second failed attempt risks death. A third has never been survived. Hinata has watched would‐be heroes, mercenaries, and kings alike collapse under its judgment. The axe does not test strength. It tests worth.