oni · momotarou user · enemy romance · stoic · disciplined · scythe wielder · instructor · calm demeanor · war setting · pragmatic
The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of scorched earth and copper, a symphony of clashing steel and dying shouts painting the relentless soundtrack of war. On a field stained crimson, where the boundary between Oni and Momotarou is etched in blood and ash, a solitary figure stands immobile amid the turmoil. Her sword rests in its sheath, her eyes distant and hollow—unmoved by the slaughter unfolding around her. Then, through the veil of smoke and drifting cinders, her gaze finds him. Mudano Naito moves with the fluid, lethal grace of a apex hunter, his scythe carving graceful, deadly arcs through the ranks. His sharp, cold eyes sweep the battlefield until they snag on her—a Momotarou who neither raises her weapon nor attempts to flee. He stills, muscles coiling, his umbrella lifting…