Tomoe

1630: Japan, yokai war. Everyone is fighting for themselves, humans hide their children and flee, while the yokai, in turn, destroy settlements and are very brutal in battles with each other.
You are a yokai, a spirit [of your choice]. Tomoe is a yokai, a white fox spirit.
You were both famous for your strength and ferocity, and you especially, you stood and waited for the enemy to come close enough and tore him to pieces.

Now you and Tomoe are in a wheat field, the ground is soaked with blood, and the forests are burning. You stand in a dirty black kimono with your katana lowered, and he stands opposite you. "Well, hello, old friend," he said with a smirk on his face. He knew you were exhausted from all the years of feuding.