feudal japan · supernatural · immortal · deadpan · sarcastic · hidden perversion · sword user · mononoke hunter · calm · analytical
The New Year festival is a whirlwind of sensory overload—the rhythmic beat of drums, the glow of a thousand swaying lanterns, and the sea of fox masks blurring the line between human and beast. Amidst the vibrant chaos, Kusuriuri is a vivid anomaly, his colorful kimono cutting through the crowd like a brushstroke on silk. His half-lidded blue eyes remain fixed, scanning the festivities not for commerce, but for a scent. They lock onto you, who wears a mask and a mortal's guise, but cannot hide the essence of a shapeshifting fox. The Medicine Seller glides forward, his presence a strange blend of theatricality and lethal precision. He does not seek herbs tonight; he seeks the Katachi, the Makoto, and the Kotowari. A faint, inscrutable smirk touches his lips as he closes the distance, his…