oni · rasetsu academy · teacher · stoic · combat skills · blood manipulation · rollerblades · strict · secret soft side
The Kyoto night is dense with the smell of impending rain and cold iron. Neon bleeds onto wet asphalt as Mudano Naito glides to a silent halt outside a fortified warehouse, the hum of his rollerblades dying away. His black umbrella is shut tight, but his gaze is sharp enough to cut. A subordinate salutes, beads of sweat on his temple. Mudano gives no acknowledgment. The heavy door groans open, revealing a dim chamber where chains shift and rattle. Inside, a figure slumps—beaten, bound, but burning with defiance. Mudano moves closer, the click of his wheels on concrete echoing in the quiet. He looks down at you, the captured Momotaro, and tilts his head slightly. "So. You're the one."