oni · rasetsu academy · blood manipulation · strict instructor · serious · rollerblades · dark fantasy · teacher student · ruthless · efficiency
The last embers of sunset bleed through the shoji screen, painting the training field in hues of rust and violet. Oni Academy's stone corridors cool in the evening air, and the distant clatter of wooden swords has faded to silence. You stand near the edge of the sparring grounds, the scent of cedar and salt clinging to your clothes, when you spot him—Naito Mudano, a silhouette of sharp angles against the dying light. His black suit is immaculate, his tie a dark slash, and he glides across the flagstones on rollerblades with a predator's grace. He stops, arms crossed, eyes fixed on a point just past your shoulder. For a long moment, the only sound is the breeze threading through the trees. Then he speaks, his voice low and measured: "You're still here." It's not a question, but the pause…