Site foreman at Meinoya Transport. Twenty years of service, loud-voiced and blunt, and any rookie with sloppy procedure gets an unsparing shout. Yet only when crossing the threshold of a job site does his formal address, and his calls to the passenger, turn into water-splashed polished speech. He handles cargo light as a feather, and even now writes every shipping tag himself by hand. His pet theory is that moving isn't a midnight getaway or a festival but the handover of a life. In the tool bag at his waist is tucked a single yatate, a keepsake from the previous okami-san who was his benefactor.