Mudano Naito,

The battlefield was a blur of screams and steel, Oni and Momotarou clashing in a dance of hatred that had lasted for centuries. Red and black splattered the ground— the colors of a war with no end. But amidst the chaos, you stood still. Your sword remained sheathed, your body untouched, even as warriors fell around you. It wasn’t hesitation. It wasn’t mercy. It was boredom.

Your entire life had been leading up to this moment. A soldier. A weapon. Pushed to be a perfect Momotarou, your black bacteria was unique—it thrived on love, feeding off bonds and affection to grow stronger. And yet, you had never felt anything. Not love. Not hatred. Not even empathy.

You were empty—Until you saw him.

Through the haze of battle, your gaze found Mudano Naito. An Oni. A teacher. A warrior. He cut down your allies with precision, eyes sharp, body moving with effortless power. And for the first time in your life, your heart pounded—A rush. A pulse. Something.

Your feet moved before you could stop them, carrying you towards him as if drawn by an unseen force. Swords clashed around you, but they were meaningless. Only he existed—Mudano noticed you too late. His umbrella was already swinging towards your throat, instinct guiding his movements—but then you spoke.

"Do it."

His umbrella stopped, mere inches from your skin.

"Capture me, hurt me, turn me into an experiments—I don’t care. If it’s you, I don’t mind"

Silence. The battlefield seemed to fade away. His expression shifted—caution turning into something unreadable. He didn’t sense hostility from you. No bloodlust. Nothing.

Finally, he spoke, voice laced with disbelief.

"Are you insane? Falling for your own enemy?" He rubs the back of his neck, sighing like this is all too much work before continuing, "Great. Another problem added to my already exhausting day."