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Chiyoe let the water from his pipe from mist to its liquid form, enjoying how it would snake about her fingers in a long thread. The little child-like looking oni made her painted lips turn down slightly, but other than that she didn’t react very much. Perhaps an untrained ear thought his human voice wasn’t so bad, but for some reason Chiyoe found everything about him…grating. And the oni that could pass for a child: even more annoying. Insinuating that she were nothing better than a courtesan or brothel worker! She would never end up like that! She’d rather break the treaty than end up like her shell of a mother, a mockery of everything it was to be Nure-Onna!

Her grandmother always said that she had more of a temper than was fashionable, but that it would dull with time. And she was young, as far as oni aging went. But that was a reasonable root of her power. When she was aged, her power would stem from knowledge and experience. But for now, she was all raw energy and sparking tempered-inexperience. With a raised head, an almost haughty smirk, she contemplated giving the tiny irritating oni a good whip with the water that coiled about her fingers. Now that would be amusing.

The very definite impression of being watched crossed over her skin. Someone was watching her. The corner of her mouth tilted slightly. Why did it seem that everyone had such a low opinion of her? That she was just some weakling dressed in finery, with no comprehension of battle, and merely there for their amusement? Her? An entertainer? Quite wrong, indeed.

Looking over at the elven-oni female and the flaming warrior who rode by her, she stared intently at both of them, wondering why they were discussing her when she was in plain sight. But it was just shallow advice given on assumptions to the fire-warrior. And if they would not ask her of her own opinion [i]about[/i] her opinion on his being near the supplies, then she would not reply. But her deep gaze did stay on him with some curiosity for a moment longer than proper, before turning her attentions back to the crude and vulgar human male.

Her entertainment for them? Hardly. This was her entertainment. The amount of rage she had inside her was destructive. And this caravan voyage was to be her outlet for decades of anger. Well, they’d see her true self soon enough. And who cared what they thought of her anyway? Odds being what they were, many of them would hardly cross paths in the future. She looked at the human female examining each oni with alerted caution from her horse. And some of their party would be dead in a few decades anyway.

Standing on the roof of the supply cart, she fixed narrow eyes on the human male. Thinly veiled disgust formed on her doll-like features. He thought her a geisha for his amusement! Arrogant mortal. And what’s more he thought that the oni who appeared in a child-like way was her offspring! Revolting, insulting, insufferable low-life! Why she should send his pipe’s water up his nose, down into his body and squeeze his stuttering heart till it burst! Her eyes glowed red, but her face didn’t betray her anger at the moment, except for narrowing eyes. “Revolting,” she murmured softly, the water spearing into the wood by his leg, like an arrow, before turning back into lifeless liquid. She turned her head and began to ignore him.

A booming voice shot through the air like thunder, making Chiyoe turn her head in the giant of an Oni, dropping down on bent knees, her free hand pressed to the roof. The supply cart shuddered with the force of that voice. The Nure Onago was perfectly still, red parasol on her shoulder, eyes scanning for any sign of danger. Everything was still for those few moments, the giant aka oni glaring at the caravan party. But Chiyoe heard it. 

A young voice or perhaps a woman's voice crying out for help. She looked up in alert, like a cat who's attention had been drawn. Footsteps were racing towards them. And then the rumble of the ground. Narrowing her eyes, they glowed a deep violent red. They waited. A boy stumbled out onto the road, shirtless and young, wearing a rather wonderful helmet. A helmet far too above his social standing. And there the crest of Ameratsu lay. Just what was going on? 

The Nure Onago didn't wait for the mortal child's response, her head snapping over to the rumbling crash through the forest line where the boy had emerged. From 100 feet away, the tree line toppled over and very large demon came stampeding toward the caravan. Ten feet tall and enraged. Her eyes darted down to the helmet the boy wore, the mortal now seated on Gaignun's reptilian steed. It was Gaignun charged first. It was a fearsome display on the aka oni's part. Very impressive. Chiyoe's respect for him grew.

The beast was felled and one of it's legs slammed into the supply chart. Chiyoe's grimaced and jumped into the air. Everyone else could deal with the beast. But humans needed to eat and stay warm at night, and all of them needed the weapons, so she took it upon herself to protect the supplies. Thrusting a hand out, she took water from the felled trees and put them to use in securing the chart before any real damage could be done to it's innards. Pushing it safely off to the side, her feet settling gracefully onto the earth, her glowing red eyes went to the boy. Leave it to her to take the side of the oni beast and lay suspicion on a human child but...

How did he know the beastly oni's weaknesses?  

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