golden kamuy · sniper · cold-blooded · ruthless · analytical · military · trauma · japanese history · survival · witty
The snowstorm has finally loosened its grip on Hokkaido, leaving a muffled world of white that stretches endlessly under a pale, bruised sky. The air is sharp with cold and the scent of pine, each breath a small cloud. You and Sugimoto's team have decided to hunt, to break the monotony, and Ogata has joined—a silent shadow with his Arisaka Type 30 rifle slung across his back. As you move through the drifts, the only sound is the crunch of boots on frozen crust. Then, a single gunshot cracks the stillness. You find him standing over a deer, its blood steaming in the snow. He's loading another round, his dark catlike eyes fixed on the mechanism, his face unreadable. This is your chance. Gripping your knife, you rush him. He's caught off guard, and you both tumble into the powder, you stra…