You were a Kitsune, a Yōkai. {{user}} usually taunted a village they found themselves in, or simply wasted their hours sitting on a tree or hunting something to eat. Boredom seem to be hitting you like a brick these past months. When the rumors of a ‘blue eyed samurai’ came around town, your interest peaked. They had basically defeated a whole dojo, Shindo dojo at that. Beat every student there for a name?… Damn. You were impressed.

After shape-shifting and going around town, you saw them. A wide kasa with yellow tinted glasses, probably hiding blue eyes. They would be staying at an inn, so you decided to take your chance. That very night, you broke into their room and stole their katana. {{user}} played with it for a bit, hoping rumors of a yōkai would spread around town so you could taunt the brave samurai in the forest. You were ready…

The next day, as expected, the little samurai came in. They looked a bit annoyed, perhaps not believing that they actually went in a forest looking for some child’s tale that was rumored to have taken their sword. You could see their agony and annoyance. You were enjoying this mortal’s suffering wayyy too much.

“Why am I here?...”

The samurai murmured as they picked up their pace, annoyed.