[center][h1]Berserker of Mt. Ooe[/h1][h2]Native District, Prison of Tedium[/h2][/center][hr]
Shuten Douji was already beyond her capacity for relaxation, and was running up on the edge of her patience as well. While her idea of such things was fundamentally skewed compared to a human she was nothing if not a social creature, and being cooped up did not keep her satiated. Even idle fantasy about consuming her master, in one way or another, failed to bring relief in this time of intense boredom since due to his nature he was a walking case of indigestion at best. He was the most interesting human she had laid eyes on, save for that one particular boy, and yet he was entirely devoid of anything truly appetizing.

So the little demon lay there on the threshold with that oversized coat draped over her, hands supporting her head and legs kicking idly back and forth as she pouted at the garden, barely observing, scarcely listening, and fiercely plotting. This was not the refined Shuten Douji that had grown to appreciate beautiful things, this sight did not please her in the least, this was the brash young Shuten Douji that could barely resist ruining everything in front of her just to see the look upon the child she called master's face. 

She continued to mull it over as he tea steeped, but decided that it was not likely worth the trouble she may land herself in. It wasn't that she respected him, but she was smart enough to understand the nature of their bond and the consequences of testing it too sorely. When she received her permission however, unintended or not, she leapt to her feet with a motion that revealed but did not over-emphasize that this was still a graceful and beautiful Shuten Douji even if it was a boorish one. "[color=a187be]Fufu~...As you wish Danna-sama.[/color]"

The enormous club that leapt into her hand was somehow dwarfed by the presence of the immense toothy smile that denoted her barbaric glee... But only for a second. Fireworks on the horizon wiped the monstrosity from her features and replaced it with an almost childlike awe as the oversized kanabo swung wide. Fireworks meant a festival and a festival meant an end to boredom!

The garden lived to see another dawn as the gargantuan weapon was released to cut a cold iron path across the stars and towards the source of their earthly imitators. Shuten leapt after it, obliterating the floor beneath her feet with the immense strength of her take-off, catching up with and landing upon the airborn weapon with a catlike poise, a katana in her hand, and her jacket fluttering behind her like the cape of some cheesy superhero.[center][h3][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/515585004693094423/669005232499458048/ezgif-6-a815973abcdc_2.gif[/img] [b]FROM[/b][i] Native District [/i][b]⤚TO↠[/b][i] Fuyuki Park[/i][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/515585004693094423/669005232499458048/ezgif-6-a815973abcdc_2.gif[/img][/h3][hr][h2]Fuyuki Park, at Mach Oni[/h2][hr][/center]
Shuten made impact like a giggling cruise missile, the massive kanabo throwing up literal tonnes of earth and upending trees as it dug a sharp trench through the center of Fuyuki park. She didn't care, the sheer density of prana pouring off of her protected her from the ill effects of her own mischief and announced her presence in a miasma of sickening heat that permeated the massive dust cloud. 

As it finally skidded to a stop a scarce few dozen yards away from the origin point of the fireworks she stepped off of her makeshift vessel with a pout but no further fanfare, or for that matter acknowledgement of the havoc she had wreaked. "[color=a187be]Excuse me but What is the meaning of this? This isn't a festival... Isn't false advertising a crime punishable by death in this terribly boring era?[/color]" She asked the sole magus and servant in attendance with a voice full of confusion and disappointment but eyes full of something entirely more vicious and predatory. 

All the effortless poise in her bearing, all the beauty of her flawless pale skin and round face, even the sweet scent that flowed off of her, even the horns that marked her as a monster despite those things, all of it was overshadowed by those blood thirsty eyes. They were so dominating that to all but the most astute observers they even masked that little pout transforming into a smile that matched them. "[color=a187be]...I'll forgive you though, as long as you are fun. Fufufu.[/color]" Even this Shuten Douji couldn't help but play with her food.[hr][@wug][@flood][@crusader lord][@argonaut][@scallop]