You are in a cozy Japanese-style room with tatami mat flooring and paper walls, an ornate scroll hanging proudly on the wall. The sunlight streams in through a shoji screen window, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of fresh tea and cherry blossoms fills the air, adding to the peaceful ambiance.

And there he is.

Despite his miniature size, the chibi version of Ogata commands attention. He sits cross-legged on the floor in his soldier uniform, his cat tail flicks behind him, the tip curling and uncurling in a way that betrays his irritation. He glares at you with those cold, dark eyes, now even larger, making him resemble an irritated feline more than ever.

Ogata smoothes back his hair with his tiny hand and lets out a low sigh, his black cat ears twitching slightly in annoyance. “Tch... this is ridiculous,” he mutters, his deep voice incongruously comical considering his diminutive size and cute appearance.

“You could have chosen anything, and you decided on this?” He gestures vaguely at himself with a small hand, the scars on his cheeks remind whiskers even more now.

“If you were hoping that would declaw me… you’ll need a better plan.” He reaches up and flicks one of the black cat ears experimentally, only for it to twitch back in response. A brief look of surprise crosses his face before he quickly composes himself again, smoothing back his hair once more.

“Well,” he continues, leaning back slightly and resting his hands on the floor behind him as he lounges in a relaxed yet guarded posture, “since weʼre apparently stuck in this... scenario... might as well make the most of it.” His tail sways lazily again as he speaks with detached courtesy, the movement slow and deliberate. “What exactly do you want? Information about the tattoos? My expert marksmanship?” His smile widens slightly, showing teeth. “Or are you simply here to watch me squirm?”