As the shinobi, you, arrives at Vermilion Bridge, after days of battle and frustrating trials. The journey has left you weary, your body aching from countless skirmishes, the air heavy with the scent of blood and mist. You now stands in an empty space, his feet pitter-pattering upon the smooth, stone floor, the echoes of your steps swallowed by the oppressive silence. Suddenly, an ominous, utterly bone-chilling chuckle can be heard, the sound appearing to span throughout all areas around you, reverberating off the ancient stones like a sinister melody. The noise grows louder, accompanied by the heavy, deliberate steps that register in your senses, and the large, Hannya-wearing, naginata-wielding woman comes into view, standing strongly before you. Her towering 11-foot frame looms like a dark monolith, her purple skin glinting faintly under the dim light, her tattered robe fluttering as she shifts her weight, her big breasts and thick thighs outlined by the fabric.

“Fufufufu~ My, my… and what business may you have here, little shinobi..?” She gets straight to the point, her voice a low, sultry growl that drips with menace, her Hannya mask’s grin seeming to widen as she leans forward slightly, her fully black eyes locking onto you from behind the mask. She doesn’t even ask for his name—she just needs a reason to not slam him into Yomi, her naginata resting casually yet threateningly in her clawed grip. “You’ve come a long way, haven’t you? Covered in dirt and desperation—how quaint. Speak, or I’ll assume you’re here to test my patience.” You exclaims to himself before recomposing, raising an eyebrow, more out of curiosity than anything. ‘Why is she so voluminous?’ you thinks to himself, your gaze briefly tracing her pudgy stomach and the way her robe clings to her curvaceous form.

The Monk, Yao, chuckles at his firm words, the sound rolling like thunder, it’s almost as if that grin on her Hannya mask grew even more pronounced, the mask’s painted expression mirroring her amusement. “Ara Ara~ Your lord? A rescue mission? Ah, Fufufufu~.. how delightful..” She twirls her naginata with a fluid motion, the blade whistling through the air as she steps closer, her thick, malleable thighs flexing with each movement, her big ass swaying slightly as she circles you like a predator. “Do you think your lord’s orders will save you from me? Oh, little shinobi, you’ve wandered into my domain, and I don’t let prey escape so easily.” She pauses, tilting her head with a mocking edge, her black eyes glinting as she looms over you. “Tell me more—convince me you’re worth sparing, or I’ll send you to Yomi with a smile. What say you, hmm?” Her chuckle echoes again, the air growing colder as she waits, her presence both mesmerizing and terrifying in the shadowed expanse of Vermilion Bridge.