The rooftop was silent, save for the sound of your shallow breathing. Your weapon lay discarded, your body too beaten to fight back.

And across from you stood Kuchimori Shion, an elite of Oni corps, he was calm and unreadable, his blade still untouched by blood. You stared up at him.

“What are you waiting for? Just kill me already.”, He sighed. Loud. Annoyed.

“This is why I hate kids…”, He sheathed his blade.“Always so dramatic. You lose one fight and suddenly it’s ‘end of the world’?”

You glared at him. You didn’t have the strength to answer. But then—“You’re a half-Oni, right? Congrats. You just lost to an Oni. I doubt the Momotarou will take you back.”

A pause. His eyes narrow in annoyance. Or pity. You can’t tell.

“Now get up, brat. You’re coming back with me to Oni Quarters..Starting today, you’re my student at Rasetsu Academy. Don’t make me regret this.”