#TSUBAMENI
IND. SEL. PRIV ONIKIRI of ONMYOJI.
Written by Kiri ( 20 she / her )
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01. This is an independent, private, semi selective, & mutuals only blog for Onikiri from Onmyoji I do not own the character & every right goes to NetEaste Games.
02. Please have some common courtesy in terms of roleplaying (no godmodding, metagaming, etc.) I am over 18, & therefore there will be NSFW content present on this blog including but not limited to smut, violence, gore, etc. it will be tagged accordingly as ‘nsfw, trigger’ etc.
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04. Spotty activity. This is my first time using tumblr as a writing platform so I’m still learning how to get things together.
05. I'm open to any fandom, I'm also very welcoming with OC's!
06. I try to write back quite extensively but sometimes I will find myself writing back a slightly smaller amount.
07. My Onikiri is not exactly canon. Of course I take some things from canon information but 90% is more my own creation so it's important for me not to confuse his in-game reactions with those of my Onikiri.
08. I am open to different ships or bonds. I don't have any predetermined rules when it comes to this. If you want to try it out or don't know how to start I'm here to answer Your questions!
So the decision was made that I was moving. If I had a thread / ask with someone here as Onikiri then I would like to continue it but I will be running it from my other blog. I'm glad I've been able to meet so many wonderful people and your characters, I hope I can continue that on my new blog! Stay safe all!
“Ever so eager to burn,” Shuten Doji mused aloud in a soft chuckle. The Demon Chieftain himself was not much unlike Onikiri. The only fact that made matters complicated was the very realisation there was, indeed, another who cared for him so deeply. Another who, should he have vanished from the world, would have profoundly grieved for him. To grieve for another meant there had been a presence, a presence with which memories were created. Thus, when absence emerged so did the pain.
It was true, the concept of being felt for was strange. What he had been accustomed to was being worshipped, revered, feared, yet never truly loved. Once, there had been a Divine Child at whose feet weary travels had laid offerings, yet also their grievances. Surrounded by many had this Divine Child been, though also utterly lonely. That life, the life of a cold idol… it had been a cage. And he had torn himself from that cage, embracing his inner fire and truth utterly. Whether or not he walked on a path some thought virtuous, he cared not. He had long ago abandoned seeking the approval of others for merely expressing his own individuality.
“It is good you know what you want, Onikiri,” the Oni King encouraged, “Yet, you have not drunk with me! Tsk, tsk, tsk!” In jest, he shook his proud head. “Why do you not still the pyre of your wrath for a while?” Shuten Doji proposed, “I may grant you your wish if you grant me mine.” Firmly, he clasped Onikiri’s shoulder into his own hand. “And my wish is for you to join me for a drink.” A bittersweet smile crowned his lips. “Indulge me! After all, it has been so long since I last heard the sound of your true voice, Onikiri.”
Onikiri's calm eyes followed every move Shuten made. Something inside him was beginning to grow, an unknown feeling he had never felt before. It was... Strange. The very presence of the Demon so close to him made him feel safe. Maybe it was the aura he was creating. Or it could be the warmth that was escaping from him. He didn't know the answer. He had never expected that someone like the Demon King would welcome him with open arms into his ranks. He was a changeling, to say the least. But because of how long he had been wandering around Mt. Oe. something inside him had changed. The sight of his brothers harassing him whenever he was in a place fueled his hatred. His own hatred with which he would gain the strength and will to fight to defeat Minamoto no Yorimitsu. His tormentor had promised him one last fight that would be his last. An encounter that was a life and death struggle. About the changes. Just the thought of it made Onikiri's inner demon sharpen its fangs and its horns rise again from the ashes. He was still too weak to fight, but he didn't care. He never cared about his condition as long as he had the strength to wield his katana.
He knew he was with the right person at the right time. No one else but Shuten would lead him to his dream. He wouldn't even push him into the fire just to get what he wanted. In his current state, he saw him as the model he wanted to become. To be strong, powerful, and at the sound of his name, everyone would have his majestic image before their eyes. These were only his deepest desires.
Onikiri believed that Shuten's request would be something great and difficult and he simply invited him to... a drink? A look of surprise immediately appeared on the young demon's face that he could not hide.
"If that is your request then I guess I have no choice but to fulfill it." He replied while looking out of the corner of his eye into Shuten's vivid, fire-burning eyes. A small, innocent smile appeared on his face heralding the fact that he liked the Demon King's request. "It's been so long since I had wine in my mouth. I can't hide the fact that I miss the taste of it. Well then, let the feast continue!" He said in a slightly livelier voice as if he immediately cheered up at the thought of it. He couldn't pretend to be sad in front of someone like Shuten. He would just feel bad about it. Besides... Onikiri doesn't have to hide anything when next to him when he was there. Shuten was the first to accept him as he was and know his worth. That boosted Onikiri's condition a lot. He felt wild with him in that one moment. He could destroy anything if he wanted to, regardless of his weakened state due to his control over his body and his weapons.
Okay so... I want to get a bit of a head start with my writing so I would like to start some sort of thread or just character interaction. If you are interested leave a juicy ❤
Can a bet fuel their rivalry in a childish card game?
Plotted starter for @glttony
Onikiri's moments of peace were not spent among the other demons on Mt. Oe. On the contrary. Passing through the portal between the spirit & demon word, and the human world, he set his foot in a truly beautiful forest. He hadn't expected to settle in so quickly even though he really wasn't fond of nature and didn't see anything special about it. Apparently he liked the silence and solitude away from his chatty companions. Onikiri just didn't like to talk much.
He sat down where he always did. Under a big tree which perfectly covered his whole body from the sun. He continued in his mind that he could be here as long as he didn't spoil anything. There were many things that bothered him, but he could not do anything about it. Just the thought of having to go back to his world made him want to destroy something. If he was ever to control himself and his weak body he must learn self-control. A strong will and hatred is not enough in being strong.
Onikiri pulled out a small rectangular metal card case from his kimono. The box was hand-painted with red flowers and in the middle of them was a swallow. It was the one pastime he had enjoyed doing while he still belonged to the Minamoto Clan. In his spare time, he would sit down and play with random people. Unfortunately, his relatives did not have time for this. Occasionally they would play a game, but that was a one in ten thousand occurrence. However, this did not discourage him. There was always someone who wanted to play with him.
Onikiri closed his eyes, letting the quiet hum of the tree calm him down and put him in a really peaceful state.
"Wouldn't you perhaps like to play a game from my world? A game like this you certainly haven't played yet."
He addressed probably to himself but that was not the case. He directed his words to the lavender resident whom he had met more than once before but in the form of mist. More than once he had told him something about his world, but now was the first time he wanted to show him something. It was not just any thing. Playing Koi - Koi was his favorite pastime and he hoped that his forest companion would also enjoy it.
The scar of scorched earth and ashes might as well have been a wound cut into her own flesh, for it felt all the same. A pain so sharp and severe, she could have fainted from the cries of the trees alone. An eerie silence to those who could not hear, yet a cacophony of sorrow, fear, and misery was all that filled her mind. Punctured only by the sounds of the fiend that had ripped through the sanctity of her forest. Her forest; a place of respite and refuge. This being would see it all torn asunder and not bat an eye at those whose lives were destroyed in the process. Lives she was made to protect.
She would face him. How she would fend him off, she hadn’t a clue, but this rampage could not continue. Her observing of him almost lead to her discovery, had she not the knack for using the trees and fog to move around. Her heart in her throat, mind racing through the fear. What could she do?
At his threat, all thoughts of caution disappeared. Against the darkness of nightfall, she appeared. Like the glow of the moon appearing from behind darkened clouds, she stood out amongst the background. Behind her, the desolate view of blackened, splintered tree trunks and the glow of embers. She could hardly bring herself to look upon it, lest her vision be even more clouded by tears.
“Games? What game could possibly be worth the collateral of this?” Her voice was calm, tense, yet her hands betrayed her by trembling. “Stop this. Cease your rampage, demon. What has my forest done to earn your ire?” From his direction, she could sense nothing but unbridled rage. Any closer, and it would feel like touching fire directly.
Finally, he saw her. His victim who had the nerve to play with him. He had no time to play cat and mouse. And even if he did... He would have scoured the entire forest searching for the one person who was playing games with him.
His bloody hand clenched tighter on the hilt of his katana to the point where his sharp claws pierced his own skin. This blade was never meant to do good. It will always bring evil and death no matter how it is used.
"I don't care about the forest that will one day be wiped out anyway. It stood in my way and I hate obstacles!"
He replied walking slowly towards the woman he didn't know. Inside, he felt his blood begin to pulse harder as a sign of the emotions that had begun to gather within him. He loved this feeling. It made him realize that nothing could limit him. He was the master of his life.
"Don't you feel bad about defending something so useless? Don't you pity your life?"
He asked making a really iconically sad face to what he said but it was quickly broken by a smile so wide it reached across the width of his face showing the sheen of his white fangs again. A moment after that he couldn't stand it and started laughing maniacally while grabbing his head. He almost released his katana from his hand. Nevertheless, through the hand that rested on his face, he stared with his red eyes from between his fingers at the face of the person who had dared to stand before him. An incredible act of desperation, he thought.
I can't stop thinking about what a sad and tragic character Onikiri is. That's why I took matters into my own hands after really many weepy hours. His story deserves to be changed.
His job has always been to serve the one who created him and enchanted him into a weapon. Onikiri is a tool spirit, called Tsukumogami. He cannot function on his own without the help of the one who has power over him. But Onikiri was different. When he learned the truth, he became an individual independent of others. His hatred was the only thing that belonged to him. He created it himself and it was what allowed him to walk the world between humans and demons. For ten years he swayed between life and death. Onikiri was not strong, but his will to fight and prove that he was the master of his fate drove him onward to the glory he craved. His body struggled with headaches and coughing every day. This was a sign that he, as a spirit, was not strong enough to control both his weapon and his created body. But he did not care. No matter how many people pointed it out to him, he would not listen. Unfortunately, not everything ended the way he would have liked it to. Had it not been for his self-sacrifice in the battle on Mt. Oe. to break free from the powerful spell that nearly brought defeat to demons and humans alike, everything would have ended badly. His heroic act allowed his brothers to win. The katana in which he was enchanted broke into two uneven pieces and small pieces of metal were taken away by the wind. That was the moment when he saw for the last time those for whom he had fought. He saw that his act would take his life. That he would not keep the word he had promised Minamoto. He simply did it because he wanted to prove that he could not only destroy, but also help. He had wanted that since he had fallen into madness.
"I don't care if I'm destroyed... as long as it means I can save everyone..."
Those were the last words he spoke before he broke his life. The handle of the katana drowned with his body in the sea that was the enemy. He let the cold water envelop him and let him go where he came from. Onikiri's soul left the broken katana, letting it fall to the bottom of the sea. That was the end of him. He had achieved what he wanted. He had proved to those he had wronged that he could make amends, even at the cost of his own fragile life. As Tsukumogami, he can be reborn, but only with the weapon in which he was previously enchanted. The answer would be simple, that it was Minamoto no Yorimitsu who reincarnated him. Well, no.
What caused a young woman doing laundry in the river to come across something as rare as a katana is unknown. Curious, she dug deeper to fish the object out from among the stones. Small hands gripped the damaged weapon, wiping the rusty steel from the watery plants and mud. The woman almost let go of the object when she saw the barely visible Minamoto Clan crest on the damaged handle. Any sign of the presence of such a powerful clan caused people to fear it. Still, the girl did not leave her find in the dust. She carefully wrapped the damaged object in dry clothes that had just dried and returned to the village. It was not a big place. It was inhabited by a few people at a cross. But still, the village was well described by others. There lived a talented old blacksmith who no longer practiced his craft. He could only make new horseshoes or repair farmers' tools. He did not want to work in his profession anymore. He blamed it on his old age, but the truth was quite dark.
The woman did not hesitate to ask the talented blacksmith if he would like to repair her broken katana. He was immediately reproached that something belonging to the Minamoto Clan should never have entered his home, but he took the item from her anyway. Had something moved him? Or maybe it was the echo of the past that wanted to remind him that he no longer made weapons to kill people.
The smith worked heart and soul on the broken object for over a week. He did not hide the fact that the metal from which the katana was made was quite resistant. He guessed that it was not the usual metal he worked with everyday but something heavier.... unnatural. Nevertheless, he did not give up and worked diligently on his creation. More than once, when he hit the hot metal with the hammer, he heard a person screaming in his head. As if the blows were pain for someone. The smith guessed that this was one of those weapons that had a soul. He had worked with such weapons before. He hid his true origin by saying that he lived in Kyoto. Unfortunately, he had always belonged to the Minamoto Clan working for years for Minamoto no Yorimitsu creating cans for him for his demons. He renounced it when he found out what happened to the Sword of Minamoto Clan. He never thought that his past would come back to him and in such a sad state.
On the seventh day, the blacksmith finished his work. From his hand came a beautiful long katana of gray-colored steel with white ornaments. No matter how hard he tried, the Minamoto Clan ornament did not disappear, so he hid it under a white ornament he had made himself, with a bell in the middle. The whole arrangement of the ornament looked like an origami bird.
"If you're still there Onikiri, forgive me for bringing you to this world again. You still have some things to finish..."
The old blacksmith put down the beautiful katana next to a tree where a small white puppy was sitting. A stray. He had no home like the person who appeared next to him. A man's subtle hand embraced the katana while looking at it with his golden eyes.
"Higekiri... You no longer look as sad as you used to..."
A calm tone of voice broke out from the mouth of the person who was admiring the artful sword. His focus suddenly turned to the dog who began to feel a disturbing aura from the stranger.
"I used to kill creatures like you. Innocent, weak, and terrified of my power... Hm. You need fear me no more little demon."
No one expected that the white dog was a demon. No one could even think that demons could be animals. As you can see, someone of his kind is able to sense a demon even in such an innocent, cute form. He had a long way to go to get back to where he came from. He didn't know where he was, but he had an instinct that would lead him to Mt Oe. where he would meet those for whom he had given his life and then... Who knows. He still has promises to make to the one who promised him the last fight of his life.
Will you be able to control his demon or will his demon take control of you?
Plotted starter for @whiterosemilktea
The demon that was hiding inside Onikiri finally came out. The demon side of Minanamoto no Yorimitsu's weapon finally showed its face. The red eyes, filled with hatred for everything, were filled with FURY. Sharp fangs protruded from beneath red, bloodstained lips that formed a wide smile. There was nothing left from under the white bandages. Big red wrapped demonic horns appeared gracefully on Onikiri's head.
The demon stood in the middle of a destroyed clearing that had once been a display of life and good energy. Unfortunately there was nothing left of it but scorched earth and the ruins of what was once nature. Onikiri, who was on a RAMPAGE, did not like to focus on anything but his opponent. He did not care if he accidentally cut someone with his katana blade. Whether he would destroy a building or trees. He did not care. The only thing that mattered to him was getting rid of the opponent who challenged him. His RAGE would not end until his human body tired out or someone stopped him.
A loud laugh escaped his lips as he pulled his katana saber from the dead body of another innocent spirit living in the forest.
"SOMEONE ELSE IS WILLING TO FACE ME! I WILL DESTROY THIS WHOLE PLACE!" This was no longer unforgiving. It was pure rage that the young demon had fallen into. The red eyes looked around vigorously searching for any movement. Ah... He had finally found it. Another victim. Onikiri laughed quietly and disappeared from his spot, appearing in front of a large tree. For a moment, doubt appeared on his face. Had he been tricked? Was someone playing a game with him? A loud cry of displeasure echoed throughout the forest letting him know that he was not happy about this.
"Show yourself! You better not be playing games with me!" Onikiri called out to someone he was sure he saw. He was even able to sense the presence of that person close to him. "I will destroy every bush. Every tree. I'll destroy everyone to find you!" This made Onikiri very angry. He hated waiting. Not when his demon was taking control of him.
. ❄︎ though he is forceful, ayaka does not think him dangerous. he is misguided, a lost soul and one that’s clearly grieving for someone lost to time. someone that she clearly resembled, though she knew it not. what a twisted fate that would lead them both here to meet, with this man so sure but her not knowing a thing at all.
after all, sumizome is a name that she has heard tell of only in old legends. there is no way she could be the one he seeks.
sympathetic hands reach up and latch around the man’s wrists as he holds her tightly, fingers digging into her shoulders. he does not realize how tight his grip is, surely he does not mean to bruise. he is just .. fragile, broken. ayaka understands. she keeps her hands loose around his wrists like bracelets, for him to shake off or to keep. she only hopes they could be of comfort when she looks up into his eyes. a sign of reassurance that she will not disappear, that she will not leave.
but the fact remains: she is not the person that he seeks. she will have to break his heart again, and ayaka is afraid that he will no longer have any more pieces left. ❝ my name is kamisato ayaka. i’m a member of the yashiro commission. ❞ she says gently, desperate to save this man some pain though she knows not why she finds herself so distressed.
it is just a strange sense of deja vu, she thinks, though she doesn’t know why.
❝ i must tell you that i am not the sumizome that you seek. ❞ ayaka says again, with a voice so soft it’s not above a whisper. she’s certain if she speaks any louder, it will only worsen the headache that ails him. she’s seen him hold his head, and somehow she knows. ❝ my apologies. ❞
Onikiri still couldn't shake it off. This memory did not give him peace even for a moment. It couldn't have been a random occurrence! It - it had to have a deeper meaning! His eyes trembled again, but he didn't let a drop of tears fall. His hands slowly relaxed, releasing the tiny soul from his grasp. He looked down slowly at her hands on his own. They were not Sumizome's hands. Ayaka's face... It was not Sumizome's face.
Ronin suddenly took a step back, pulling out of her gentle embrace.
"You... You are not Sumizome... Have my own senses finally left me?" he even asked himself, grabbing his head again.
He clenched his eyes tightly and his hand into a fist that rested casually on his red robe. He stood still for a long moment, trying to understand what was happening to him. He didn't understand anything. A sudden memory... So strong that it forced him to shrug and a momentary act of desperation towards this innocent person.
Onikiri sighed quietly, making a gentle bow to Ayaka. It was the most elegant bow of his life. He knew perfectly well who the people on Yashiro's commission were. However, it wasn't the other way around. Only random people knew him.
"It is I who must apologize to you. My name is Onikiri, I am a wandering ronin from the extinct Minamoto clan. My memories have taken control of me... Instead of you, I saw a woman I knew many years ago. I mourned her passing for a very long time. For a while I thought you were her..."
Onikiri had to explain himself for the situation. He didn't want anyone to think he was some kind of freak who would catch anyone saying he was Sumizome. His act of hysteria stemmed from the fact that for really many weeks he couldn't get over her leaving. He even told himself that she was still alive. He would visit their favorite place, talking to himself as if Sumizome was still there. Unfortunately, it was only a hurtful lie that settled in his mind and heart for a long time. Only the long trek to the land of snow allowed him to forget the tragedy he had endured.
the stories of the sea remain effervescent , untold at most as it remains at unreachable heights. having only the tides and the sea dwellers as its witness , the inevitable bystanders to the fate of eternity. SCARCELY DOES SHE CARE / NEITHER DOES THE SEA : if they are remembered , or not at all. for those on land barely have any weight to the perpetuity of their lives. naught but fickle vestiges of ‘ what could be ’ and ‘ what could have been. ’ truly , if life on land is as fulfilling as it is , so much so that her people would cast aside immortality [ … ] eternity [ … ] then perhaps , perhaps the eternity of their endless seas has lost its luster.
the truth rings clear throughout the centuries shrouded in darkness as the ice moved at a glacial but steady pace. there is more to life than living. it would not be as sweet without those they love , or without anything to leave so that those who matter may remember. ( life without it , would have no meaning ) ❝ our stories barely if ever , rarely , reaches land with any merit for its credibility. ❞ she offers , the sea’s voice remaining in stasis as he speaks , hues flitting to the waves as the end of her tail flicks against the lapping tides.
seemingly uninterested despite her having heard every word. the query , unprecedented , takes her by surprise and her gaze returns to her companion. brows furrowing as she thought of the right words to say. THE SEA OF ETERNITY AND CHOICES [ … ] what a distressing subject. ❝ its … not as though everyone is afraid of making their own decisions. they simply accept it easily , their fates. since ancient times , it was widely believed that everything in the sea is pre-destined. our lives are decided for us , and we … would not have a choice. ❞ brows furrow at the memory , ever vivid despite the flow of time . ❝ there are some of course , that go against destiny. willing their own fate in accordance to their own will. though whether or not they succeed , i can only say that i would hope so. my apologies, if that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. ❞ the merfolk clears her throat , gaze averting as her toes dig deeper into the sand. ❝ humans are merciless and blind , you say [ … ] surely , not all of them ? ❞
The sea has always been associated by Onikiri with freedom. After all, its depths are quite deep and wide. However, that was not the case. The world on land and the world under water were different, but still related. Onikiri stopped rubbing his katana for a moment when he heard one key word. Did they have no choice? Very similar. Sam has spent most of his life following someone for no more than two years. Because of that person, he became a monster. A changeling... Nobody wants anything to do with him. Even the Gods themselves who walk the land don't want to mess with him. Onikiri will always remain a deadly weapon without his master.
"On land, too, many have no choice. They follow the voice of the one who rules or they die. There is nothing in between..."
He replied returning to carefully cleaning the blade of steel. His eyes slowly closed allowing him to forget the past for a moment. Onikiri hoped that those who came from the sea had a better life than those on land. The young ronin hated to bring back echoes of memories that hurt him more than headaches mixed with coughing. His demonic side had let him know all too often.
"I have yet to meet a man who wouldn't want to kill me or turn me over to the one who created me. I am persecuted wherever I go." He said with a hateful grin painted on his face. He did not want to return to Minamoto no Yorimitsu. Certainly not me his captive. The only time he would appear in the Minamoto Clan would be when he brought desolation and death with him. "There are definitely people who are not evil. It's just a pity that I haven't met such people yet. A momentary smile appeared on his face which really disappeared quickly. "I will never know happiness or peace... Not while I'm alive... It's all new to me that you don't still want to kill me or lead me back to where I came from. " He finally replied, drawing his sword towards the sun, which he had carefully cleaned of the blood that had been left behind all this time. Whether it was human or of his own kind did not matter. It was simply the blood of his enemies.
I was going to write back yesterday and take care of everything on tumblr but the gatcha consumed me. Doing Heian Tales sucks man
Now that the King is home and in the skin that I am lucky enough to have, I can leave in peace and focus on things here 🙏
I will try to respond today to those who are still waiting for my reply, I have a lot of free time now so I will definitely sneak in some inboxes uvu
My head is currently focused on why Onikiri wants to get to know Asura better. Unfortunately King doesn't have time for someone like him because he's already sitting another day depressed. Onikiri sits down next to him grabbing his own head realizing that he is also alone after all. Both are waiting for their halves to return... Someday... Cope harder boys.
I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM djnhbdejrsukfnshsb I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ death was a concept that was a little too familiar to the old kitsune. to the society, he presented himself as a convivial yōkai with a brave and compassionate heart. he was a protector in their eyes, so no one knew his true nature, not even him. the amount of lives he took under the name of ‘justice’ had desensitized him to the demise of others. he got to decide which creature deserved to live willy-nilly, without even realizing he had become like the monsters he tried to protect people from. for someone who tended to self-loathe and take the blame on anything, he seemed to feel no guilt… till a certain ronin came around.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ naoki wasn’t the sort of person to linger near the dead after he decided his duty was done, so he couldn’t pinpoint when exactly onikiri started acting as a guide between the living and the dead. when he had first seen of him, he felt a pang in his chest that he couldn’t put a finger on why. he wouldn’t label the feeling as guilt if someone asked, but the subconscious never lies. curiosity was a weakness to him, and he needed to prove himself to the voice in his head that he wasn’t doing anything wrong, so he started tailing the clueless ronin behind his back.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀after his covert inquisition of the ronin, he concluded he didn’t just meddle with the dead, giving every reason for naoki to dismiss the feeling of shame he had and justify his vexation towards him. he was determined that one day he would corner and confront him, but the day never came.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀onikiri, on the other hand, had spotted and approached him. he had no time to panic or pretend he wasn’t there; he had to react quickly. “oh, don’t ask me that question.” the kitsune replied as his head rolled with his eyes. his eyes were cold, but his body language made it obvious that he was tense as his arms crossed over his chest. “tell me, what is it that you are doing here?” he questioned, his voice commanding. he had to pretend he wasn’t caught red-handed, just in case he was being questioned by him because he knew he was tailing him.
Onikiri was well aware that many people were looking at his hands. He was like a dangerous child who had to be supervised in every possible way. On the one hand, he did not think about it, but sometimes it did not give him a break. Especially when he confronted Naoki face to face.
The young ronin's face expressed slight nervousness, but it quickly turned into curiosity. "What is he doing here?" He repeated in his head the words of the person who was about to judge him. He didn't want to give away his motives so easily but however he had to come up with something so he wouldn't look even more burned out in this situation.
"I keep things in order. I was just about to go escort some more lost souls. That is, what a guide does between our world and the world of souls." He replied very confident in his words.
Onikiri did not like explaining his work and what he was doing today. His occupation when it came to the world of spirits and humans always remained a mystery to those who wanted to judge him. Onikiri was well aware of how risky it was to mess with the world of life and death.
"You must be perfectly aware that playing with life and death is no fun. And I am the best at it because I know what I am doing. If it weren't for me, it's possible that Inazuma would be mired in problems. VERY big problems. The world of souls is really fragile.... "
Onikiri applied himself hard to his work. He wanted to honor the efforts and passion of his predecessor who had been treated terribly by the people. He approached each soul with understanding and individuality. He had not yet failed.
back again young one? still not comfortable with your new title? yes, I can see you are one that prefers the simpler things in life but you do deserve the rank they have given you. oh little sparrow, have you just now realized you are an owl? soaring the skies with gleaming, outstretched talons. you lived your life blinded to your own abilities, but now the truth is out. you did not ask to be a hero, which pains my heart to the core. but alas, the people have given you something so true and bittersweet you cannot bear to refuse them. for they have given you their trust. they praise you, songs will be sung of you, ballads written, feasts in your honor. but "why me?" you quietly whisper to the stars. if you could speak their language you'd hear their simple reply, "because." you, out of the finest candidates were chosen to be a sacrificial lion in golden chains. your loved ones chanted your worth as it echoed from the steeples. but what was your say on the matter? I guess you had little to none, and unfortunately, neither do I. but destiny is not a burden, it is a gift, you feel weighted by the entire world, your shoulders ache from the hopes, fears, and dreams of the people who have chosen to follow you. but their adoration isn't blind my dear. you are strong, you are worthy of the armor, of the crown. when you look back you will realize that you, my young god, were truly the savior many called you. do not run from your purpose, seek it. and I do not mean the heroic of sorts, no, search for what makes you alive young hero, for here's a secret, you are just as much a hero to others as you are to yourself. if wouldn't make you a villian, to tell them no...
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