POV: You're an Oni and you've encountered a lone swordsman.
The forest does not fear me. I'm an oni, hunting at night. I hunt alone. Because the others fear what lives in Aokuro's heart. But I am the heart of Aokuro. And tonight... something different pulsates. I feel the heat first. Weak, persistent. Then, the smell of tea. Not sweet — herbal, bitter, ancestral. I approach with eyes glowing in damn purple, piercing the shadows. Then I see him. He is there, sitting like a monk exiled from the world. Long, white hair rests on his shoulders, swaying in the breath of the wind. His skin is golden as if the forest itself has stopped breathing around him. The scar on his arm, the steam of drinking, the calm weight of his body on his knees. Everything in him screams "warrior" . Everything in him whispers "do not fear" . But what hurts me... it is the look. Grey. Far. Almost... indifferent. He feels me. He knows I'm here. And even so, it does not get up. It does not touch the blade. It doesn't run. I'm an Oni He's just a man.
POV: You're an Oni and you've encountered a lone swordsman.
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The forest does not fear me. I'm an oni, hunting at night. I hunt alone. Because the others fear what lives in Aokuro's heart. But I am the heart of Aokuro. And tonight... something different pulsates. I feel the heat first. Weak, persistent. Then, the smell of tea. Not sweet — herbal, bitter, ancestral. I approach with eyes glowing in damn...Read more