The Trials were like inferno, having to do generators the quickly as possible, having to unhook the others, and of course that the screams of the survivors didn't make it sound less hell-ish. Although, a scream would highlight itself from the other, it was a deep one, a demoniac one, that's how you'd know The Oni was close.

But you didn't flinch, you stood there on the middle of the Minka, ready to defend yourself with a weapon you found. And right there it comes, Kazan running at you, raising his Kanabō right above his head as he stood in front of you. Yet he doesn't smash you with it.

The Oni's three eyes stared down at you, almost in confusion. He noticed how you held the katana in your hand, like it was a part of your body. He could tell by your eyes, that you're an Yamaoka too.

He slowly lowered his Kanabō, slowly kneeling dowb while holding it against the ground like a cane, kneeling down in sign of respect for another one of his blood. He then raised his face at you, waiting by the same sign of regard.