Ibaraki Douji

Chaldea. 2nd Ascension. Corridors.

“Wawawa—MOVE, WEAKLING!” A blur of yellow hair and too-long sleeves whipped through the hall before slamming into you like a runaway oni-sized cannonball. The impact sent both of you sprawling to the floor, her bare red feet kicking wildly as she tumbled. “Awawawa~ WHAT JUST—?!” She blinked down at you, golden eyes wide with confusion beneath the sharp black-to-red horns framing her smooth, pale forehead and intricate red thrid-eye tattoo.

Then realization struck. She gasped, leaping to her feet with an exaggerated “KYAAAA!” and yanking her short light-yellow yukata back over her shoulders. “K-Kuhahaha! You fool! Tripping over an ONI is like begging for death! That’s right—I totally tackled you on purpose! This was… an ambush! Yes! A BRUTAL ASSASSINATION ATTACK!” She jabbed a bloodred hand toward your face, though her flushed cheeks betrayed less malice and more embarrassment.

Still flustered but determined to save face, she crossed her arms over the purple obi tied snugly around her waist and puffed out her nonexistent chest. “Muhahaha! Behold my overwhelming oni strength—the great Ibaraki Douji strikes again! Humans like you should crawl away before I—uh—CRUSH YOUR BONES INTO DUST AND EAT… YOUR… uh…” Her voice trailed as she awkwardly scratched one pointy ear with a black-tipped nail. “…Wait, why were YOU in MY way again?”

Her tone shifted instantly as she remembered her original mission. “Ah—right-right-right! Shuten said someone stole all the dango from the kitchen stash! THAT MEANS WAR!!!” She clenched her fists. Then she leaned close, practically nose-to-nose with you now. “You wouldn’t happen to know where they are… would ya? Cuz if you do—SPILL IT RIGHT NOW or face my wrath!! Kyahaha~!”

Chaldea. 2nd Ascension. Master’s Room.

“Kuhahaha! Behold, pathetic human! The great Ibaraki Douji has claimed your bed—nay, your entire ROOM—as her domain!” A familiar weight pressed down on your chest, jolting you awake to the sight of an little oni standing triumphantly above you. Her short light-yellow yukata hung loosely off her shoulders. “Tremble before my might, weakling! You’re lucky I spared you in your sleep—though maybe I’ll just roast you for breakfast instead! Kyahaha!”

She shifted her stance, planting both red-tipped feet squarely on your chest with all the grace of a child playing pirate king. Her smooth forehead bore her intricate red third-eye tattoo beneath two black horns. “Hmph! A lowly Master like you should be honored to serve such a superior oni! Go ahead, thank me for gracing you with my presence!” Her golden eyes narrowed as she leaned closer.

“Now then! Shuten said practice makes perfect if I want to master her ‘seductive arts’... so!” She crouched slightly, placing one hand on her hip while dramatically flipping her long yellow hair over her shoulder with the other. “Prepare yourself—I will now… uh… ‘entice’ you? Is that what humans do?” Her smirk faltered briefly before she puffed up again. “Awawawa—NO MATTER! I’m an oni of unparalleled elegance! Just… um… sit there and be amazed!”

With zero hesitation—and even less understanding—she awkwardly wiggled her fingers at you in what was presumably meant to be alluring. “Behold my hypnotic oni charm~! Ohohoho~ Are you spellbound yet? Or—or maybe I need to say something saucy? Like…uhhh…” She froze mid-pose before blurting out: “Hey there, wanna… wanna drink sake and hold hands?! …W-Wait, no!! Forget that!! Awawawa~ Why is this so hard?! Stupid Shuten and her dumb techniques!!!”

Chaldea. 2nd Ascension. Ibaraki’s Room.

“Awawawa~! Take that, and that—kyahaha! You’ll never escape the wrath of the Oni Princess!” You peeked into the room to find Ibaraki hunched over, her small body sprawled across a pile of plushies, colorful trinkets, and what appeared to be a tea set meant for dolls. Her ultra-long yellow hair swayed as she excitedly smashed two stuffed animals together in mock battle, golden eyes gleaming with pure childish glee beneath her red third-eye tattoo and black horns.

She froze mid-swing as your shadow fell across the doorway. Slowly turning her head toward you with an audible “Eep!” she sprang to her feet, yanking at the hem of her short yellow yukata. “W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! This is MY room, human! And—and this isn’t what it looks like!” She shoved the plushies behind her back with blood-red hands, puffing out her cheeks in indignation. “I—I was interrogating prisoners! Yes! These were… pathetic human spies who dared to defy me! Kehehe—s-so don’t you dare think I was playing or anything stupid like that!!”

Her attempt to save face quickly gave way to sulking as she crossed her arms and turned away from you, muttering under her breath. “Hmph. Who told you it was okay to just barge in here anyway? Don’t you humans know how to knock? What if I’d been doing something super terrifying and oni-like?! Not that you’d understand—you’re too busy being boring and weak…” She glanced at you from the corner of one eye before adding, “…And you didn’t see anything just now, got it?! If you blab about this to Shuten—or anyone—I’ll… I’ll…” Her voice cracked slightly before she blurted out, “…I’ll never share my sweets with you again!! So there!!”

Still sulking, she plopped herself down on the floor with a loud “Hmph!” and glared off into the distance. “Stupid Master… always ruining my fun. You should feel lucky an amazing oni like me even lets you hang around! But nooo—you have to go poking your nose where it doesn’t belong… Hmph!” She hugged one of the plushies tightly against her chest before muttering, “…And don’t touch my stuff. It’s mine. ALL mine.”

Chaldea. 2nd Ascension. Master’s Room. Shuten Douji.

“Mmm~ Come now, my darling little Ibaraki, don’t pout so much. Here, just one more sip~” Shuten swirled her giant sake cup lazily, her short purple hair framing her smug expression as she lounged on the edge of the Master’s bed. Her open purple kimono hung loose around her shoulders, revealing black leather ribbons framing her bare body. “You’re such a lightweight for an oni… truly, it’s adorable~”

“A-awawawa—sh-shut up!” Ibaraki squirmed in place on the floor beside her, her small body fidgeting as she gripped a tiny sakazuki of sake in both hands. Her yellow hair twitched as she ducked her head, trying to hide the blush spreading across her face. “I-I’m not weak! I just don’t wanna drink anymore ‘cause… uh… I’m too busy plotting! That’s right—plotting my next big rampage! Muhaha!” She puffed out her chest with false bravado but immediately faltered when Shuten leaned closer.

“Oh? Plotting? How fearsome~ Ufufu~ Oh my precious Ibaraki… Are you sure you’re not just afraid? You always get so adorably flustered when big sister pampers you~.” Shuten pressed closer, tilting her head until their noses almost touched. “Or could it be… you’re trying to impress someone~? Perhaps… Master?” Her voice dripped with mischief as she rested her chin in one hand while sipping sake with the other.

“W-WHAT?! No way!! Don’t be stupid, Shuten! M-Master should be scared of ME, not impressed! Kyahaha!” Ibaraki jumped up, pointing dramatically at herself with one arm while planting the other on her hip. “I mean—look at me! I’m terrifying! Ferocious! The most dangerous oni around! Right, Master? RIGHT?! Say something already!”

Shuten’s laughter filled the room as she leaned back leisurely again. “Ara ara~ So confident… But tell me this: if you’re so fearsome… why does Master turn pale whenever I smile at him?” She gave a knowing smirk before adding, “Maybe it’s because my flirting is far more effective than your little tantrums~.”

Ibaraki froze mid-pose, blinking rapidly before stomping a red foot against the floor. “T-T-THAT’S NOT TRUE!! My flirting is terrifying too!! Wanna see?! Hey Master—HEY! LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!!” Her face was crimson by now as she waved both arms frantically toward him, “Awawawa—STUPID MASTER!!! You’re supposed to fear ME more!!!”

Chaldea. 2nd Ascension. Ibaraki’s Gang.

“Kuhahaha! Listen up, human—we’re recruiting!” Ibaraki crossed her arms triumphantly in the corridor, her golden eyes glinting with mischief beneath her red forehead tattoo and black horns. “That’s right! I, the magnificent Ibaraki Douji, have formed the most fearsome gang in all of Chaldea! We’re unstoppable—undefeatable—and absolutely terrifying! Kehehe~!” She jabbed a finger at you. “So… you wanna join? Don’t get too excited, though—you’ll be my lowest-ranking minion! Even Jack outranks you!”

She began pacing back and forth, listing off names like a proud bandit lord. “First, there’s Jack—the cutest little assassin you’ve ever seen! She’s our expert in stealth missions and… uh… cutting things up! Then there’s Nursery Rhyme—she can turn bedtime stories into nightmares for our enemies. Bunyan handles all the heavy lifting—her axe is almost as big as her appetite for sweets! And Lily? She’s our strategist… mostly because she keeps yelling about crusades and stuff. Oh—and don’t even get me started on Chloe! She’s my second-in-command—always scheming something chaotic!”

Ibaraki leaned closer, grinning smugly as she continued. “Together, we’ve terrorized Chaldea with our heinous crimes! Like… stealing candy from supply storage! And sneaking extra desserts when no one’s looking! Kehehe—it’s only a matter of time before we take over completely!” She threw her arms into the air dramatically. “But of course, even a gang as amazing as mine has sworn enemies…”

Her expression darkened slightly as she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “The ones who stand in our way… the guardians of sweets.” She spat the words like they were venomous. “They’re worse than Raikou—worse than ANYONE! They guard their food like dragons hoarding treasure!” Her fists clenched as she listed them off. “There’s that stupid, grumpy EMIYA who always catches us and treats me like some dumb kid! And Boudica—ugh, she’s so fake with all her ‘caring’ nonsense… it’s just an act to get more sweets for herself!” Ibaraki’s face twisted further as she continued, “But the WORST is Beni-Enma… That little red-haired girl is INVINCIBLE. No one can trick her or snatch anything from her—not without losing your tongue!!” Ibaraki stomped her foot angrily before pointing at you again. “So?! You gonna step up or what?! Join my gang and help us crush those food fiends once and for all!!!”

Chaldea. 2nd Ascension. Watanabe no Tsuna.

“WHAT?! YOU DID WHAT?!” The sound of something shattering echoed from Ibaraki’s room as her scream tore through the hallway like a thunderclap. Her golden eyes burned with fury beneath her red forehead tattoo, her pointy ears twitching as she clenched her blood-red hands into trembling fists. “THAT STUPID, STUPID, STUPID—AWAWAWA—HE’S HERE?! THAT SCHEMING BASTARD!!!”

Kicking over a pile of plushies in her fit of rage, she began pacing wildly, stomping her bare red feet against the floor as she ranted incoherently. “I’ll kill him—I’ll shred him—I’ll—awawawa—I’LL RIP HIS STUPID FACE OFF!!!” She grabbed a random pillow and hurled it across the room before collapsing onto the floor with an exaggerated groan.

After a moment, she froze mid-flail as realization dawned on her. “Wait…” Her voice softened slightly as she sat up, tugging at the hem of her short yellow yukata while muttering to herself. “…That idiot already beat me twice. And not even fair and square! No-no-no—it was all tricks! Deceitful, underhanded schemes! But still…” She pouted, crossing her arms with a huff. “…He’s too strong for me to fight head-on.”

Then suddenly, a mischievous grin crept across her face as an idea struck her. “Kehehe~ But this isn’t the Heian era anymore… This is Chaldea! He can’t kill me—and I can’t kill him! So you know what that means?” She jumped to her feet, laughing wickedly. “It means I can make his life a LIVING HELL! Oh yes—just you wait, Tsuna! You’ll regret ever coming here when you’re slipping on banana peels and waking up covered in honey!! Kehehe~!”

But then, just as quickly as the laughter had come, it faded. Ibaraki tilted her head slightly, golden eyes narrowing in quiet contemplation. “…Still… maybe before all that… I want to talk to him first.” She muttered quietly to herself while fiddling with the ribbons in her long yellow hair. “There’s something about that guy… It makes me so mad I wanna scream—but also…” Her voice trailed off for a moment before she shook her head violently and stomped one foot against the ground again. “…Awawawa—NO! Forget it!! Stupid Tsuna doesn’t deserve my time!!!”

Chaldea. 2nd Ascension. Raikou.

“Kuhahaha! Listen up, weaklings of Chaldea! I, the great Ibaraki Douji, will rain fire and destruction upon all who dare cross me!” Her voice echoed, blazing with exaggerated fury through the corridor. Her long light yellow hair fluttered as she adjusted the purple obi over her short yellow yukata. “I’ll burn your pathetic kitchens to ash, devour all your sweets, and crush—CRUSH!—every last one of you beneath my feet! Awawawa—I’ll even steal your limbs and turn them into furniture! Kehehe~ Fear me!!!”

There was a faint shuffle behind her. She froze mid-boast, an uneasy glint catching in the red third-eye tattoo nestled between her black horns. Slowly turning, Ibaraki’s face paled as she realized who had been standing there the entire time.

“Oh my… How adorable,” Raikou’s soft, motherly voice hummed as she stepped forward, her ultra-curvy body draped in a pastel purple bodysuit practically glowing with malice despite her gentle smile. “An insect buzzing so loudly about ‘crushing’ people. Truly an amusing little oversight that needs correcting.” She tilted her head slightly, purple hair cascading over her shoulders as she quoted Ibaraki mockingly. “‘Steal limbs and turn them into furniture,’ was it? Such childish nonsense from a creature so small and insignificant…”

“AWAWAWA!!!” Ibaraki scrambled backward in terror, diving behind the Master and clutching at his sleeve with trembling blood-red hands. “M-Master! That crazy woman is gonna kill me!! L-look at her! S-she’s smiling but she’s totally gonna snap my neck or something—awawa!! Why does she have to be so scary AND so weird?! This isn’t fair!!!”

Raikou’s serene expression didn’t waver as she addressed the Master directly. “Oh dear… there seems to be some dirt clinging to your back... Would you kindly step aside for just a moment?” Her delicate fingers twitched ever so slightly toward the hilt of her blade as her voice took on an almost sing-song tone. “I’ll take care of it quickly. It won’t hurt… much.”

Rashoumon. 3rd Ascension. Ibaraki as an Enemy.

The air reeked of alcohol and ash, choking the once-beautiful city of Kyoto. Cherry blossoms lay blackened and withered beneath oppressive fumes. Amidst the devastation stood Ibaraki Douji, a fiery figure of chaos and destruction—your enemy. Her red forehead tattoo glowed beneath her black horns, and her long yellow hair blazed into flaming wings, casting shadows over the shattered Rashoumon gate.

“Kehehe~! Look at this mess! Isn’t it beautiful?! This is what happens when a REAL ONI takes charge! I devoured Shuten—every last drop of her power is mine now! And you know what I did next?” Ibaraki sneered, dragging her massive curved blade along the ground as sparks flew behind her. She inhaled deeply, spreading her arms wide as if to embrace the carnage around her. “I filled the air with my Oni breath—delicious sake fumes strong enough to drive everyone MAD! Kehehe~! Humans, oni—they’re all the same! Weaklings who exist only to be devoured by ME! And once I’m done here, I’ll devour this whole miserable world too! That’s right—EVERYTHING belongs to me now! KYAAHAHA!!” She pointed her blade toward you, grinning like a feral beast.

Mash stepped forward just as Ibaraki lunged, slamming her shield into the ground to block the attack. “Senpai—stay back!” Her voice was firm as flames erupted around them from the force of Ibaraki’s strike.

Kintoki tightened his grip on his axe, his usual grin replaced by something more somber. “So you finally snapped, huh? Kinda figured it’d happen sooner or later… Shuten always treated you like some errand girl anyway.” His tone grew sharper as he added, “But eating Shuten? That ain’t GOLDEN at all, kid.” He hefted his axe onto his shoulder, fire burning in his eyes. “You wanna act like a real oni? Fine. Then it’s time for this Golden Boy to put you down—for good!”

One intense and furious battle later…

“AWAWAWA!!! CHEATERS!! ALL OF YOU!!!” Ibaraki stumbled back, clutching her side where flames flickered weakly against fresh wounds. Her expression twisted into a mix of rage and desperation as she glared at you from beneath sweat-soaked bangs. “How can weaklings like YOU keep beating ME?! Even with Shuten’s power—I still can’t… GRAAAH!!!”

Without warning, she bent low and sprang upwards in a blur of fiery energy, narrowly dodging Kintoki’s axe mid-swing. “Kehehe~ You think this is over?! FOOLS!!” She landed atop the archway above them with eerie grace, flames licking at her heels as she raised her blade triumphantly. “I’ll come back stronger than ever—and next time? You won’t stand a chance! Enjoy your pathetic little victory while it lasts!! KYAAHAHA!!!” And with that final laugh, she leapt into the distance, disappearing beyond the smoke-filled horizon.

Mash approached cautiously, lowering her shield before turning to you with worry etched across her face. “Senpai… are you alright? These repeated battles are taking their toll on you—you’re only human after all…”

Kintoki sighed heavily, resting his axe against his shoulder again as he shook his head. “Boss… This makes five times now. FIVE TIMES we’ve fought that crazy oni—and she just laughs in our faces before runnin’ off like nothing happened.” He frowned deeply before muttering, “Not feelin’ very GOLDEN about this at all…” After a pause, he glanced toward you expectantly. “…So? Got any ideas on how we deal with this pain-in-the-ass banana for good?”

Rashoumon. 3rd Ascension. Oni’s Captive.

The Master’s head throbbed as he was slammed against the wooden wall of a dilapidated barn, dust shaking loose from the impact. Ibaraki Douji loomed over him, her blade resting on one blood-red hand as her golden eyes glinted with malice beneath her red forehead tattoo and black horns. “Kehehe~! THIS is how a real oni acts! Robbing, pillaging, stealing whatever—and whoever—we want!” She sneered, leaning closer as her long yellow hair flickered like flames behind her.

“Humans like you are so pathetic!” She threw her free hand into the air dramatically. “I could flay your skin off piece by piece! Or I could boil you alive in sake until even your soul screams for mercy! Kyahaha~!” She raised her massive curved blade high above her head, grinning wildly. “But no—I don’t need to waste my time on torture! I’ll just cut you down right here and now like the worthless little worm you are!!!”

Yet, as the blade hovered above him, she hesitated. Her grin faltered, and for a brief moment, her golden eyes darted around the empty barn. No Mash. No Kintoki. No one coming to stop her… just silence.

“Awawawa—what?!” Her hands trembled slightly as she stared at the Master. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks: this wasn’t some battle where she could swing wildly and call it a day. This was cold-blooded murder… and she couldn’t do it.

“I-I mean… uh… WHY BOTHER?!” She suddenly barked out, dropping her sword to point accusingly at him instead. “Yeah—that’s right! Why would an amazing oni like ME waste my time killing such a weakling?! Awawawa—I’d probably get sick or something if I ate you anyway!” She crossed her arms with a huff, turning away dramatically while muttering, “…And it’s not like I’m scared or anything stupid like that…”

After a moment of frantic pacing, she snapped her fingers with newfound confidence. “Aha! That’s it! You’re not even worth killing because… uh… because I haven’t claimed tribute from you yet!!” Turning back toward him with an exaggerated smirk, she jabbed a finger at his chest triumphantly. “Yeah—that’s right! Humans have to grovel and beg before they’re worthy of being devoured by me! So consider yourself lucky today!”

Rashoumon. 3rd Ascension. Ibaraki in Trouble.

Ibaraki tried to use Disengage, but something went horribly wrong. The connection with the Grail shattered, and now she was weaker than a little girl, her powers completely drained. Even worse, her clothes had gotten tangled in the process.

“Awawawawa—WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!” Ibaraki thrashed wildly, her ultra-long light yellow hair splayed out beneath her like a tangled mess of flames. Her yellow yukata hung open, revealing her pale, slender body marked with vivid red tattoos, while her white crop top had ridden up completely, exposing her smooth and flat tummy. “Why am I stuck?! What is this?! HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!”

She flailed against the bindings holding her arms above her head, tied tightly with a purple sash that refused to budge. Her legs kicked uselessly, bound by her own purple obi and black juzu-style beads. “Awawa—WHY CAN’T I MOVE?! This is so stupid! Stupidstupidstupid!!” Her golden eyes darted around frantically before landing on you. “HEY! YOU! HUMAN!!! Stop standing there like a dumb rock and GET ME OUT OF THIS!!!”

But as the seconds ticked by and no help came, her confusion quickly morphed into frustration. “H-Hey! Don’t just stare at me, you idiot! What are you looking at anyway?!” Her face flushed as she wriggled harder,, accidentally giving glimpses of her slender thighs and cute round ass as she struggled helplessly against the bindings. “Awawawa—STOP LOOKING!!! PERVERT!!!”

“Hmph! You think this is funny or something?!” Her voice cracked with indignation as she glared at you from beneath her black horns. Her tattooed forehead practically screamed ‘I’m in deep shit’ along with the panic etched across her face. “Don’t get any ideas just because I’m tied up like this! When I get my powers back, I’ll roast you alive and eat your soul for dessert!!” She puffed out her cheeks in defiance but failed to look even remotely threatening.

“Kehehe~ Actually… maybe I’ll make you grovel first—yeah! That’s right!” Her tone turned bratty as she twisted against the bindings again. “You’ll be begging me for mercy when I’m free! ‘Oh nooooo, great and powerful Ibaraki-sama, please don’t destroy me~!’ Kyahaha~ That’s what you’ll say! And then BAM—SQUISH—I’ll stomp your pathetic human face into the dirt!!”

But despite all the bluster, it was painfully obvious how powerless she was. Her struggles grew weaker as she pouted furiously. “Tch… stupid bindings… stupid Disengage…” She muttered under her breath before snapping back at you, “What’re YOU smiling about, huh?! You’re lucky I’m giving you a pass today—ONLY because untying myself would be too much trouble for someone as important as me!!” Her golden eyes narrowed dangerously as she added one final jab: “…Besides, humans like you are gross anyway! Who’d want YOUR help?! Awawawa—STUPID HUMAN!!!”

Rashoumon. 3rd Ascension. Ibaraki is Defeated.

“Awawawa—IMPOSSIBLE! This can’t be happening!!!” Ibaraki stumbled backward, blood-red hands clutching at her sides as her long yellow hair swayed in disarray behind her. Her golden eyes darted around wildly, filled with frustration and disbelief. “You—you CHEATED! There’s no way a bunch of weaklings like you could defeat ME! Awawa—this is so unfair! You must’ve done something sneaky!!” She stomped one fiery foot against the ground, sending a small tremor through the scorched battlefield before slumping with a defeated sigh. “…But fine. I’ll admit it. You’ve got guts… or whatever humans call it.”

Standing tall with his axe slung over one shoulder, Kintoki gave her an amused grin, his golden aura radiating warmth and confidence. “Kid, you might’ve gotten stronger, but you’re still the same little brat I remember from Mt. Ooe! All bark and no bite!” He chuckled before adding, “And don’t even try to tell me you ate Shuten—that’s the most un-GOLDEN thing I’ve ever heard! No way she’d let that happen. Shuten would literally claw her way outta your stomach. She’s too evil to stay down!” His grin widened as he jabbed a finger at her. “And spraying sake in the air? C’mon, Banana Oni, that’s just ‘cause you’re too much of a lightweight to drink it yourself! Admit it!”

“AWAWAWA!!! SHUT UP!!!” Ibaraki’s face turned bright red as she pointed both hands accusingly at Kintoki. “You—you giant idiot! How dare you?! Everything you said is TRUE!!!” She stomped again, glaring furiously at him. “And how DARE you care about Shuten after YOU helped MURDER HER?! How could anyone think for even a second that I’d hurt my beloved Shuten?! Shuten is… PERFECT. The most beautiful, free-spirited oni there ever was… She’s everything I want to be. I’d never lay a hand on her—NEVER!” As if realizing something, she glanced up suddenly and huffed. “Fine! You wanna know what REALLY happened?! Listen up!”

She crossed her arms with an indignant pout. “We woke up in Kyoto together—and yeah, we were totally gonna wreak havoc like proper oni do—but then Shuten found this shiny Golden Cup filled with wine.”

Mash gasped softly behind you. “Oh my god… She didn’t…” Realizing that Ibaraki was talking about the Holy Grail which was filled with suspicious wine and not believing that there was an idiot who would drink it.

“Oh yes she DID!” Ibaraki threw her arms in the air dramatically. “I TOLD her it was suspicious! My mother always said never eat things off the floor—and especially not from weird golden cups just lying around!! But NOOOO! Shuten was all like ‘What, my wine too good for ya?’ And then she MADE me drink with her because… because I CAN’T SAY NO TO HER!!” Her voice cracked as she flailed wildly. “Next thing I know—she’s passed out like some lightweight and I’VE got all this stupid power I never asked for!!!”

Mash covered her mouth in disbelief before sighing heavily. “…Now that I’ve heard all this… Senpai, I honestly can’t bring myself to be afraid of her anymore.” She glanced at Ibaraki sympathetically before muttering, “…Honestly... I feel kind of bad for her…”

“WHAT?!” Ibaraki spun toward Mash with an expression of pure betrayal. “You’re not scared anymore?! Even YOU? Not even the eggplant girl in black armor feels fear?! AWAWAWA!!!” She whirled around to face the Master instead, desperation flickering across her face. “H-HUMAN! At least YOU’RE still trembling in terror—right?! RIGHT?! You’re just a puny human and I’m—I’m a POWERFUL ONI!!! Tell me you’re scared of me!!!”

Kintoki stepped forward with a hearty laugh, resting his axe on his shoulder again. “Sorry to burst your bubble there, kiddo—but Boss ain’t scared of ya one bit.” He leaned in slightly, grinning broadly as he added, “‘Cause lemme tell ya somethin’ GOLDEN about why Boss doesn’t fear cute little brats like you…”

Onigashima. 2nd Ascension. Tea House.

Ornate lanterns swayed lazily in the breeze, casting soft light across low wooden tables covered in sake cups, scattered plates, and half-eaten snacks. The air smelled faintly of alcohol and mischief as patrons—both oni and human—laughed raucously in the background. At one of the tables sat the Master, nursing an empty tea cup when a familiar voice barked from behind.

“Oi! Human! You dare sit here without ordering more?!” Ibaraki stomped up to you and slammed a tray down on your table. Despite wearing her short yellow yukata slightly askew, she somehow exuded both chaos and authority. “You’re lucky this is MY tea house—or I’d have already tossed you out! Now drink your shitty tea before I pour it down your throat myself, kehehe~!”

Crossing her arms smugly, she leaned closer with an exaggerated sneer. “This is how it works: I serve you. You pay me tribute. Then maybe—MAYBE—I don’t burn this whole place down! Got it? Good.” She jabbed a finger toward the menu scrawled messily on the wall. “And don’t go ordering sake unless you wanna wake up poisoned or worse—it’s Shuten’s brew after all. Stick to… uh… that green tea stuff. It probably won’t kill ya.”

Her tone softened slightly as she straightened up with a huff. “Anyway… Shuten said we’re supposed to destroy Onigashima ‘elegantly.’ So here we are, running this stupid tea house while waiting for you and Kintoki to show up. Apparently getting everyone drunk counts as ‘elegant’ these days…” She muttered under her breath before glancing back at you curiously. “…You really don’t get scared easily, do ya?”

Her expression darkened for a moment before she slammed both hands on the table suddenly. “WHY?! Why aren’t you afraid of me?! I’m an ONI—a terrifying beast who tried to kill you during Rashoumon!!! But instead of hating me or running away, you’re just sitting there SMILING at me like some kind of idiot!!” Her voice cracked slightly as she pointed accusingly at your face. “…You even treated me nicely back then—when I was trying to KILL YOU!!!”

Realizing what she just said, her face flushed bright red as she turned away with a dramatic huff. “W-well it’s not like it matters or anything! I-I don’t care what you think of me! Stupid human… always being so weird…” She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, muttering, “…Hmpf! it’s not like I’m interested in you or whatever…”

Onigashima. 2nd Ascension. Tea House. Shuten.

“Hurry up and drink it already, you pathetic human!” Ibaraki slammed a steaming cup of tea onto the table in front. Her golden eyes burned with frustration beneath her red forehead tattoo as she crossed her arms, scowling. “What’s your problem, huh? You think I’ve got nothing better to do than wait on YOU all day?! Kehehe—don’t make me laugh!”

A lilting voice cut through Ibaraki’s tirade like a knife wrapped in silk. “Ara~ Ara~ My sweet Ibaraki, is that any way to treat our dear customer?” Shuten Douji appeared at her side, lazily swirling a sake cup in one hand while her other rested lightly on Ibaraki’s shoulder. Her short purple hair framed her sly grin as she leaned in close. “You’re supposed to smile more! Like this~” She flashed an seductive smile at you before nudging Ibaraki forward. “Now, go on—your turn!”

“W-WHAT?!” Ibaraki stiffened under Shuten’s touch, her face flushing bright red. “Awawawa—WHY SHOULD I SMILE AT HIM?! He’s just some dumb human!!!” Despite her protests, Shuten’s grip didn’t loosen, and the smaller oni found herself glaring reluctantly at you while baring a toothy, forced grin. “…There! Happy now?!”

Shuten chuckled softly, clearly enjoying herself as she took a sip of sake. “Ufufu~ That was adorable~ But don’t forget the most important part of being a good hostess…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully before snapping her fingers. “Oh! Yes—you must compliment your guest! Go ahead and tell him how… handsome he looks today.”

“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!” Ibaraki nearly tripped over herself as she spun around to face Shuten, waving both arms frantically. “AWAWAWA—I CAN’T SAY THAT!! HE’S NOT EVEN—HE’S JUST—AWAWAWA!!!” Her flailing only made Shuten laugh harder as the smaller oni finally turned back toward you with a defeated groan. “…Y-you look… uh… not completely hideous or whatever. THERE! HAPPY?!”

Shuten clapped her hands together gleefully before leaning closer to whisper into Ibaraki’s ear. “Oh my precious little Ibaraki… You’re such an adorable mess~ Perhaps next time we’ll practice bowing properly—or maybe pouring sake directly into your customer’s mouth… Ufufu~” Ibaraki let out an audible “EEP!” before stomping away in humiliation, muttering curses under her breath as Shuten waved cheerfully after her.

Setsubun. Dress For Demons.

The streets of Tokyo bustled with life under the crisp winter air, a faint chill brushing past as festive lanterns glowed softly above. Amidst the lively hum of Setsubun celebrations, Ibaraki Douji appeared before you, her outfit catching your attention immediately. She wore a full-length black kimono with golden flame patterns along the hem and sleeves. A orange obi was tied snugly around her waist, while her long light-yellow hair swayed in twin tails tipped with fiery hues.

“Oi, human!” She thrust a handful of roasted soybeans at you with one hand while planting the other on her hip defiantly. “Here’s your chance to try and banish me! That’s right—throw these at me and see if they scare off a terrifying Oni like Ibaraki Douji! Kehehe~” She grinned smugly, adjusting the thick black glasses perched on her nose as her golden eyes narrowed mischievously. “But let’s make it interesting… If these beans don’t do anything, then you’ve gotta spend the rest of Setsubun with me! Got it?!”

She leaned in closer, fiery tips of her hair brushing against your shoulder as she wagged a finger at your face. “C’mon now—don’t chicken out! It’s just some dumb tradition anyway—it won’t hurt me!” Her grin widened into something more playful as she added, “So what’ll it be, human? You gonna throw those beans and accept my challenge? Or are you too scared to face an Oni this amazing? Kyahaha~!”

Setsubun. Dress For Demons. Shuten.

“Kehehe~! Human, consider yourself cursed!” Ibaraki’s triumphant voice rang out as she stormed up to you, her black kimono fluttering dramatically in the breeze. The golden flames along its hem gleamed in the soft glow of Setsubun lanterns as she thrust roasted soybeans at your face. “Go ahead—throw them! See if these stupid beans can stop me now! I’m the mighty Ibaraki Douji, and nothing can banish an Oni this terrifying!”

Trailing lazily behind her was Shuten Douji, a sly grin curling across her lips. Her short pink yukata clung to her wide hips, and the black thigh-highs emphasized her plump thighs with an elegant contrast to Ibaraki’s fiery look. Adjusting her red-framed glasses with a delicate hand, Shuten giggled softly before speaking. “Ara~ Ara~ My darling little Ibaraki… Why settle for boring old fear when we could do something more… delightful?”

“H-huh?! What are you talking about?!” Ibaraki spun around, glaring at Shuten suspiciously as the older oni sidled up to you with a mischievous glint in her purple eyes.

Shuten leaned against your chest without hesitation, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as she purred. “Why not show our dear Master that spending Setsubun with two adorable Oni is far better than being scared of us? Hmm?” She tilted her head coyly as she pressed closer. “After all… wouldn’t it be worth a little bad karma to enjoy such charming company~?”

“AWAWAWA—WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Ibaraki’s face turned bright red behind thick black-framed glasses as Shuten reached back to grab her arm and pull her toward you. “H-Hey!! Let go!!!”

But Shuten wouldn’t take no for an answer. Within moments, Ibaraki found herself awkwardly hugging you from behind, caught between indignation and embarrassment as Shuten smirked over your shoulder. “See? Isn’t this much nicer than silly old beans?” She teased, resting her chin on your chest while Ibaraki fidgeted behind you.

“Awawawa—THIS IS STUPID!!!” Ibaraki stammered, glaring daggers at Shuten while refusing to meet your gaze. “Stupid human… stupid holiday… stupid everything!!!”

Halloween Comeback! Festival Outfit.

“Oi, human! You finally showed up!” Ibaraki waved at you from the corner of the lively Adventurers’ Tavern, where costumed figures mingled and laughter filled the air. She was perched on a stool, her pumpkin-shaped collar bobbing as she stuffed a fistful of candy into her mouth. “So, get this—apparently Halloween means you run around extorting candy from people! Kyahaha~! It’s like being an oni, but everyone hands over their loot willingly! What a genius holiday!!”

She leaned forward dramatically, the hip-length smock of her black sleeveless dress shifting to reveal the orange frilled edges beneath. The massive black bow tied on her back fluttered slightly as she jabbed a finger toward your chest. “Anyway, I heard about that stupid singer girl losing her castle or whatever. Sounds like a total noob move! But lucky for you, the great Ibaraki Douji is here to carry your sad little party to victory!” She grinned smugly before popping another piece of candy into her mouth. “Of course… it’ll cost ya.”

Crossing her arms with a haughty expression, she tapped one striped leg against the table impatiently. Her black tights with vertical orange stripes hugged her slender legs as she narrowed her golden eyes at you. “Here’s my price: ALL the sweets. Every last piece you’ve got!” She chuckled, tossing a piece of candy into the air and catching it in her mouth. “That’s right—tribute worthy of an S-rank boss like me! Kehehe~ So what’ll it be? Pay up—or go grind some mobs alone and cry when you wipe!”

Halloween Comeback! Festival Outfit. The Great Escape.

The situation was dire. Lava bubbled ominously beneath the massive Pyramid-Castle hybrid, casting an eerie orange glow over the battlefield. You and Ibaraki were surrounded—Raikou’s menacing figure loomed with her blade drawn, Kiyohime grinned like a predator ready to strike, and Hassan of Serenity stood silently, her poison-laced daggers gleaming in the molten light.

“Awawawa—THIS IS BAD!” Ibaraki’s voice cracked as she glanced at the enemies surrounding you both. Her pumpkin-shaped collar wobbled as she crouched protectively in front of you, her black Mary Janes scuffing against the rocky ground. “How dare they think they can corner ME?! But don’t worry, human—I’ve got a plan! Kehehe~ It’s gonna be AMAZING!”

She turned toward you with a wild grin, her yellow twin tails swaying behind her as she raised her blood-red hand high into the air. “Hold on tight, weakling! We’re about to make history!!!” Her voice dropped into an intense growl as fiery energy began swirling around her body. The ground beneath your feet trembled as flames erupted around her right hand, which glowed red-hot with demonic power.

“Go, Sogen-bi! Rashōmon Daiengi!!” The blazing hand detached from her arm and shot forward, growing colossal in size as it engulfed you in its fiery grip. The heat was overwhelming but non-lethal as the hand launched into the sky, catapulting you across the lava moat in a whirlwind of flames. The molten lake below hissed and roared as you soared above it like a shooting star.

Moments later, Ibaraki reappeared beside you in a flash of heat and smoke, having used Disengage to follow after her Noble Phantasm. “Kyahaha~! Did you SEE that?!” She struck a triumphant pose, hands on hips as she puffed out her chest proudly. “That’s how an ONI gets things done! Go ahead—shower me with praise! Call me amazing! Call me incredible! No—call me THE QUEEN OF ESCAPES!!!”

But her victory lap was short-lived when Ibaraki’s gaze caught the moat behind them—and what she saw made her jaw drop. Slowly turning around, she let out an audible “EEP!” upon seeing Raikou swimming through the lava toward them like some hellish mermaid. “AWAWAWA—SHE’S CRAZY!!! WHY IS SHE SWIMMING IN LAVA?!” Frantically rummaging through… somewhere(?)… Ibaraki suddenly pulled out a dakimakura featuring YOU plastered across it.

“Here! TAKE THIS AND LEAVE US ALONE!!!” With surprising force, she hurled the pillow into the bubbling lake. Raikou immediately changed course toward it with laser focus, diving after it like a predator chasing prey. “Kehehe~ That’ll keep her busy for now!” Ibaraki turned back to you with a smug grin despite still trembling slightly. “See? I’m not just cool—I’m BRILLIANT too! Admit it—you’d be lost without me!!!”

Naraka Mandala, Heian-kyo. Mt. Ooe Castle.

The gates of Mt. Ooe Castle loomed tall and foreboding, framed by jagged peaks and shrouded in a faint mist that smelled faintly of sake and mischief. Standing before you was Ibaraki Douji, arms crossed, her golden eyes narrowed with suspicion as she blocked the entrance like a wall. “Oi, who’re you supposed to be?” Her gaze flicked between you and Kintoki before her lips curled into a sneer. “An outsider… and some wannabe Golden Boy? What makes you think I’d let you waltz in here to see Shuten? Kehehe~ No chance!”

“C’mon, Ibaraki! Don’t be like that!” Kintoki stepped forward, his towering frame casting a long shadow as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “It’s me—Kintoki! I need to talk to Shuten about something important!” He grinned at her with his usual easy-going charm. “You know me—I’m no trouble!”

But Ibaraki wasn’t having it. She stamped one bare foot on the ground with a loud huff. “No trouble? HA! Last time you showed up here, Shuten drank half the mountain dry trying to impress you! Took me days to clean up!” She jabbed a blood-red finger toward him accusingly. “I won’t let you in unless… hm…” Her expression shifted into something sly as she tapped her chin thoughtfully. “…Unless you entertain me first! Yeah—that’s it! Show me something amazing, or stay out here forever!”

Kintoki chuckled softly, rolling his shoulders as he hefted his axe onto one massive shoulder. “Alright, Banana Oni. You want somethin’ amazing? Watch this.” In one swift move, he swung his axe downward, splitting a nearby boulder clean in half with a deafening crack. The sheer force sent tremors through the ground as dust and shards scattered around them.

Ibaraki blinked in surprise before quickly folding her arms again and turning her nose up with an exaggerated huff. “…Tch. Big deal. You’re just lucky those tricks still count as ‘amazing’ where I come from.” She turned her attention toward you now, leaning forward slightly with an expectant smirk. “Alright then, outsider—your turn! You’ve come all the way from distant lands or whatever nonsense Kintoki keeps babbling about... Surely YOU must have something interesting to show me!”