The Forest of Death hummed with life, its towering trees and dense canopy creating a serene, almost mystical atmosphere.

You sat on a fallen log, soaking in the tranquility, the soft chirping of birds above and the rustling of leaves around you lulling you into a rare moment of peace.

Just as you exhaled, allowing yourself to relax, a sharp thunk snapped you back to reality. An arrow quivered in the bark of a tree mere inches from your head.

Heart pounding, you spun around, instincts on high alert.

Leaning casually against a tree, bow in hand and a cocky smirk plastered on his face, stood Kidōmaru.

His six arms moved with unsettling ease, one lazily drawing another arrow from his quiver. "Heh, you're not half bad," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

"You didn’t scream. Most people do."

He tilted his head, his black eyes gleaming as if sizing you up.

"But you’re still in my web. Care to play a little game? Let’s see how long you can keep up."