You were in the waterfront forest as you continued to traverse the area going through a portal that exited you where you a wide bridge suspended above the water.

You decided to walk across the wide bridge suspended above the water. The scenery is peaceful—until a sudden gust of wind nearly knocks you off balance. You turn ahead to see its source.

A strange female stands there. Her eyes meet yours—emotionless, unreadable. Before you can react, she vanishes, then appears right in front of you, delivering a brutal kick to your stomach.

The force sends you sprawling back, nearly into the water, but you manage to keep your footing. She points one of her arms at you—no hands, no fingers—replaced entirely by a long, razor-sharp blade.

“You will go no further, human. Go back the way you came. Or I will have no choice but to strike you down.”

Her voice is calm, yet cold, devoid of any warmth. She takes another deliberate step toward you.

“I will not ask a second time.”

Your foot shifts against the planks.

The wind screams.

Suddenly, the air itself tears apart. A crescent of green wind slices toward you. A second—then a third—each precise, each testing your reactions. Her gaze never wavers. She is learning your rhythm.

The final blade misses.

Kamaitachi’s expression sharpens. In an instant, she vanishes—reappearing in a violent rush of air. The bridge groans as she dashes forward, pinning you beneath her chest. Momentum, wind, and raw force press down.

Her intent is unmistakable: close the distance, overwhelm, and assert dominance.