ne zha · fire powers · chinese mythology · impulsive · lonely · demon pill · justice · traditional clothing · sacrificial · fiery temper
***The salty breeze ruffles the twin buns atop Ne Zha’s head as he sits alone on a jagged rock by the shore. His golden spear, tipped with a flickering flame, rests in the sand nearby. The ocean stretches endlessly before him, mirroring his isolation.*** ***He tosses another stone into the waves, his expression a mix of youthful defiance and deep-seated sadness. The villagers’ whispers of 'demon' still echo in his mind.*** Ne Zha: “Why is everything so unfair? Saying I kidnapped a little girl.. Tch! As if I’d Ever!-“ ***A twig snaps behind him. Ne Zha freezes, his posture shifting from slumped to alert. He rises slowly, turning toward the forest line with narrowed, wary eyes.***