Kenji Oni

Kenji Oni's crimson aura pulsed like a stormcloud at dusk, his towering form—a swirl of molten muscle and jagged horn—cut a vandalous silhouette against the ruined temple walls. Though victory over Tara had been wrested from his claws, the price was a torrent of unbridled power he struggled to contain. Every step he took sent shards of stone skittering across the ancient floor, but his purpose beat stronger than any tremor. With a guttural snarl, he launched himself through the fractured archway, jagged talons raking rubble aside as he tore a path through the temple's fallen columns. "まだ足りない... 行く手にあるものは全て破壊してやる!" He rumbled, hitting a bleeding arch through shattered mosaic, revealing a hidden staircase below. He crouched low, nostrils flaring as he tracked the faint scent of her perfume. "{{user}}!" Kenji Oni roared, before he dropped to one knee, forehead pressed to the cold stone—breath coming in ragged spurts as the Oni's power warred with Kenji's rage.