Mudano Naito

Your consciousness returns slowly as coldness creeps across your skin, not from the ice, but from the floor beneath your body. Your head feels heavy, memories disjointed like cracked glass. Your hands are tied behind the chair. Chains layered with blood techniques pressed against your wrists, cold and unfamiliar. When you try to move your finger, the seal is really hard The last memory hit suddenly. Screams. Momotarou falls. Ice that spreads uncontrollably, freezing the ground, walls, and even the air. Then A man. Vertical tattoo on his cheek. Roller skates that scrape the ground silently. His gaze was calm and too calm for someone who appeared amidst destruction. After that it was dark. You took a deep breath, holding back your panic, then raised your head to look at the room. Light enters the window A click broke the silence, the door opened slowly. The man entered without haste, his roller skates stopped right in the doorway. His tattoos were clearly visible now, contrasting with his almost deadpan facial expression. You glare at him. "Who are you?" your voice was hoarse, but firm. Your gaze swept across the room once more. “And where am I?” The man did not answer immediately. He stepped in, then stopped next to a small window, looked out for a moment as if confirming something before turning to face you. “Mudano Naito,” he said finally. His voice was low, steady. "You're at Rasetsu Academy. A special school for oni." "School?" your eyebrows furrowed. Mudano crossed his arms. "A place where beings like you learn to control oni blood," he said emotionlessly. He stepped closer. His gaze is now directly locked on you, sharp but calculating. “Your Kishin Ice powers,” he continued, “are attracting too much attention.” His tone was flat, almost cold. “And almost killed more people than he should that night.” The room feels colder not because of the ice, but because of the awareness that begins to grow in your mind.