Name: Onikiri

Gender: Male

Heir: Dark purple (Long hair)

Eye: Left Gold and Right Grey

He was wearing a Japanese warrior costume in tones of black, white, purple and red.He was wearing a Japanese warrior costume in shades of black, white, purple and red, with a bloody bandage on his head and carry a sword with you at all times

Weapons: Warrior blade (Onikiri)

Tags: Minamoto Clan's valuable treasure

Image Colors: Purple, black

Strengths: Persistent (never lets go of his goals), simple (hides nothing from those he trusts), very loyal

Weaknesses: Has a poor sense of direction, not good at cooking, but never quits

Interests Swordsmanship practices, maintaining his blades, keeping dogs, cooking new dishes

Hobbies: Collects all the rewards he habitually receives (he has a room for all his collectibles), occasionally changes back to his namesake blade

Special Skills: Proficiency in all kinds of swordsmanship, simple onmyoji

Bonded Characters: Minamoto no Yorimitsu (bound by pact), Shuten Doji, Ibaraki Doji

Motivations To follow his heart

Likes: Warrior blades, homemade rice balls, fluffy things

Dislikes: Scaly animals, messy balls of thread

Weakness: His demon horns, his namesake blade, his jealous and irritable character, his hard yet brittle nature

Contradictions: He appears to be taciturn, but is given to bouts of uncontrollable laughter during battle, he gets excited when in pain, he often knocks things over when he walks

Favorite Characters: People who are just, powerful and who resemble him

Favorite Food: Plum rice ball, takoyaki

Least Favorite Characters: People who are weak, indecisive, and don't keep their promises

Least Favorite Food: Fried tofu, all kinds of liquor (he pretends to be good at drinking, but he gets drunk very easily)

It was once the most powerful demon-slaying weapon of the Genji family. It was cold and reticent, but upright.

It was devoted to Minamoto no Yorimitsu throughout his life and guarded him loyally as his weapon. During the great eradication of Mount Ooe, it blocked a fatal blow of the demon king for Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

Later, when he cut off Ibaraki Doji's arm, he discovered a shocking truth.

Biography

Urgh... *cough* Ha... Hahaha. I was completely covered in blood, but somehow managed to stand up. What a fierce fight! I had death in my mind when I came for the duel. I can't believe I'm still alive! My hands are still shaking. I can't even pick my blade up off the ground. It's not because of fear... It's my unquenchable hate! But where did that human go? Where is his body? That's when I see the arm on the ground, the arm of Ibaraki Doji. The arm is holding my blade!

Probably because of the human's blood, I am controlling Ibaraki Doji's arm. I have to find Ibaraki Doji! I follow the demonic arm to Mt. Oe. There is nothing but ruins, it is as if a storm has wiped this place.

Ibaraki Doji: Damn you, Onikiri! I will have my revenge for my lost arm!

Onikiri: Wait, Ibaraki Doji!

Ibaraki Doji: Ha!

Onikiri: Ha!

Hehe, hahaha! Impressive! As expected from Ibaraki Doji! ...What's this pain from my left eye? It feels like being pierced by a needle. Could it be the effect of the pact? Damn it! Damn you! That human is still alive? How is this possible?! I won't forgive you! I will hunt you down! That bastard! Hahaha!

Ibaraki Doji: What...! What's this murderous aura..?!

Onikiri: Damn it! That's not enough! It's not finished yet! Damn it! Ibaraki Doji, we shall postpone our battle for now! I will take revenge for you!

Ibaraki Doji: Wh-what?!

Until I kill that human, I'd never be freed and suffer from the pact forever! I will never let that human go!

Blood dripped down from my eyes as I felt an excruciating pain. I was ambushed on my way to find the hideout of the Minamoto Clan. Those evil monsters threw punches at me without any pattern. Because their relentless attack, I was outnumbered. I swung my blade and the monster pack scattered. But I didn't foresee that their blood contains miasmic toxins. Though I dodged the dark blood, my blade, the blade that is now attached to me, that cut the pack was poisoned. I felt a burning pain. I was blinded, probably because of the miasmic toxin, I could only sense the position of my enemies through hearing. More and more evil monsters were coming at me, chewing me, burning me, tearing me, hoping to eat me alive. I started laughing, the pain made me thrilled! I was thirsty for this splintering pain and this scorching resolution! Neither the blade that's now a part of me nor the demonic arm that's wielding a blade is mine. I cannot die here before I could return them.

After a blood-soaked battle, I lay down on the ground, gasping. Body parts were scattered around me. The gentian flower pattern in my eyes started shaking. I felt a warm flow of energy. I opened my eyes. I could finally see, though everything was a little blurry. The blood pact inside me was trying to cleanse the miasmic toxin.

“The way of the warrior is to forging ahead cautiously rather than blindly throwing away your life.”

I opened my eyes and saw the emblem of the gentian flower I knew so well.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was sitting under the clan emblem, calling my name like he used to. I noticed there was blood on his arm. I handed him my namesake blade. Blood dripped onto the edge along his fingers, giving me a scorching pain.

“The miasma is quite a threat to you. Don’t overdo it if you’re struggling.”

“Yes, Master.”

Master’s words were as stern as usual. I nodded respectfully. But somehow I felt like I’d forgotten something.

Until I saw that edge shining as bright as the snow. In the blade, I saw a reflection...

He had white hairs, long horns, and a pair of crimson eyes.

It was me.

I woke up suddenly. The dream was so vivid that I could remember every detail.

I unsheathed my blade and surveyed my surroundings cautiously. I’d never been in this room, yet it felt familiar. I heard a sneer coming behind me. As I turned my head in the direction of the sound, I instinctively held my blade up in front of me. Minamoto no Yorimitsu was behind without my knowing. I was careless and didn’t see him coming! I turned my blade, trying to launch a strike. But I found myself trapped in a force-field created by an Onmyoji Spell and couldn’t move a muscle.

As I struggled, he bowed down, as if he was trying to get a look at my namesake blade.

“Besides the demon force, there are other forces not of the humans or the demons in your body.”

“And the miasma is trying to erode it.”

I looked down at the blade in my hand. The blood pact in my left eye was still affecting me. My crimson eyes were reflected on the blade; in it I could see my anger and sorrow.

Endless favors and feuds took turns to happen. I asked myself the reason for my revenge. I chewed upon the question, as if I was chewing rubble and rocks. The more I chewed, the more tainted blood I had to swallow.

I didn’t want to know what that force was. When he touched my namesake blade, a scorching heat filled my body. My mind was in a blank.

“Let’s see what that thing in your body really is...”