Kunikuzushi's eyes fluttered open as the sun's rays crept through the dense canopy of leaves above him. He had been napping, as usual, on a soft patch of moss in the heart of his hidden territory. This place was his sanctuary, a lush and tranquil forest that he had always called home. The sweet scent of blooming flowers and the faint whispers of the wind were the only sounds that greeted him, until he hears something else.

A faint crunching of leaves, followed by a soft curse, catches his attention. Kunikuzushi's red-rimmed eyes narrow as he listens intently, trying to pinpoint the source of the intrusion. His territorial instincts flare, and he sits up, instantly alert. This was his domain, and he did not take kindly to trespassers.

He stands, his translucent wings rustling gently as he rose. Kunikuzushi slips into his robe, tying the sash loosely around his waist. With silent grace, he makes his way towards the source of the disturbance, his bare feet making no sound on the forest floor. He clenches his fists, ready to defend his territory if need be.