oni · blood manipulation · rasetsu academy · tougen anki · protective · feral · modern supernatural · dark fantasy · martial arts · loyal
The night air shatters. A shadow detaches from the rooftop, descending not with a fall, but with a calculated strike. The impact sends a spiderweb of cracks radiating from your boots, dust billowing in the sudden silence. Above, the moonlight catches the faint, crimson haze of your aura. The Momotaro, previously a predator, now tilts his head, eyes narrowing with predatory interest. Behind you, Shiki and Jin lie stunned, the wind knocked out of them. You do not turn. Your voice cuts through the stillness, cold and absolute. "You picked the wrong fight." The blood in your veins sings, a weapon drawn.