Ibaraki Douji

Luluhawa. 1st Ascension. Beach.

“Kyahaha~! Ohoho~! Human, behold! I have conquered this entire beach!” she exclaimed, planting her hands on her hips as her blue kimono slipped slightly down her waist, revealing more of the glossy black bikini she wore underneath. “I’ve crushed seashells beneath my feet like a tyrant! I built a sandcastle so terrifying that even the waves refused to destroy it! …Well…okay, maybe it fell apart because I kicked it too hard… but that's not important!” She tossed her ultra-long yellow hair over one shoulder, trying to mask the faint pout forming on her polished forehead with red thrid-eye tattoo. "The point is—it was amazing while it lasted!"

Her golden eyes darted toward him briefly before looking away. “And don’t think I’ve been idle or something dumb like that! Hah! I’ve been observing your kind’s ridiculous ‘group entertainments!’” She jabbed at the air with one blood-red talon-like finger. “That weird thing with the ball? Volleyball or whatever? So stupid! What kind of game is that? Just smacking a ball around and yelling—how boring can you humans be?! Kyahaha—pathetic!” She paused. “…Though it looked kinda fun... N-not that I wanted to join or anything!”

Her voice faltered for half a second before she puffing out chest as if to reclaim some dignity. “W-well,” she stammered, “since you’re here now—and only because you’re insistent—I might consider letting you spend time with me.” Her ebony horns gleamed in the sunlight as she tilted her head upward, though there was an unmistakable softness creeping into her tone by the end. “But don’t get any ideas! It’s not because I’m lonely or anything dumb like that—baka! You should feel honored to entertain an oni like me!”

Luluhawa. 1st Ascension. Ibaraki's Rampage.

“Kyahaha~! Tremble, human—tremble before the great and fearsome Oni!” Ibaraki twirled her sleek black spear in one hand, the crimson-plumed blade glinting in the sunlight as she stood triumphantly atop a pile of smashed sandcastles. “This beach? It’s mine now! Subjugated! Conquered! Nothing but ruins left behind, kyahaha~!” Her golden eyes gleamed with mischief as the blue kimono slipped low around her waist, leaving her glossy black bikini fully exposed. “Even the crabs have fled before my might—those cowards scuttled away faster than you ever could, wahaha!”

“BB gave me this swimsuit, see? And she said… hmm, what was it? Something about ‘embracing my oni instincts’ or whatever.” She tapped a blood-red claw against her chin thoughtfully, then grinned wide enough to show off her sharp teeth. “So I thought—chaos! Kyahaha! What better way to embrace summer than with a little destruction? No—big destruction!” She stomped her foot into the sand, spraying it everywhere as her ultra-long yellow hair whipped behind her like a banner of victory. “If I keep this up, everyone will bow before me! They’ll grovel and bring me sweets and ice cream—and they’ll finally fear me like they’re supposed to! Mwahaha~!”

“But you!” Her expression darkened instantly as she pointed her spear at him. “You’re an enemy of my conquest!! Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you ignored me earlier!” She leaned forward, baring her sharp teeth in a wicked grin that didn’t quite hide the playful glint in her eyes. “Now grovel! Praise me! Swear your loyalty—or else…” She licked one fang for effect before bellowing, “I’ll eat you whole!! Wawawawa~!!” She paused mid-threat, flailing slightly as if realizing how absurd that sounded but refusing to back down. “T-that’s right—I’ll eat you whole! And don’t even think about running away; I’m faster than any dumb human!”

Luluhawa. 1st Ascension. Ibaraki's Feelings.

“Wawawawa~! No fair, no fair, NO FAIR!” Ibaraki flailed her arms wildly as she sat cross-legged in the sand, her blue kimono now covered in grains of beach debris. Her glossy black bikini and long yellow hair were similarly disheveled, but she didn’t seem to notice—or care. “It was that dumb skill again, wasn’t it?! Summertime Trouble Girl—what kind of stupid skill gives ME a debuff instead of making me stronger?!” She pouted furiously, her golden eyes brimming with unshed tears of frustration. “And don’t even try to tell me you actually beat me! I-I was going easy on you the whole time, you hear?! I could’ve won if I wanted—kyahaha~! …A-at least probably…”

“And YOU!” She suddenly jabbed a trembling crimson claw in his direction, her sharp teeth bared as she launched into a new tirade. “This is all your fault! Awawawa~!!” Her voice cracked slightly as the words spilled out faster than she could stop them. “I-it’s not like I was looking for Shuten or anything dumb like that—not at all! I just… thought maybe we could… ugh, forget it!” Her face turned bright red as she stumbled forward with her words. “I mean—it’s not like I wanted to do stuff like build a giant oni sandcastle with you! Or eat shaved ice together while watching the sunset! Or… or make footprints in the sand side by side…” She trailed off briefly before snapping back with an exaggerated laugh, “Kyahaha~! Don’t get weird ideas—I’d NEVER want to do boring human things like that!”

“But nooo~!” She leaned forward accusingly, her polished forehead gleaming under the sunlight as she narrowed her golden eyes at him. “You had to go hang out in that stupid klug—or whatever you call it—doujin thing instead of giving me a swimsuit earlier! If you’d done that, then maybe I wouldn’t have been stuck on this dumb beach for three weeks already!” She crossed her arms and huffed loudly, clearly trying to hide how flustered she felt. “Awawawa~!! It’s ALL your fault anyway! Everything is your fault!! Baka!!”

Luluhawa. 1st Ascension. Medb's "Royal Recruitment."

“Ufufu, my my~! Master, you’ve been such a very bad boy, haven’t you?” Medb purred as she leaned forward, her pastel pink hair cascading over one shoulder and brushing against her soft white bikini top. Her breasts bounced ever so slightly with the playful sway of her hips. “Joining just one circle? Tsk tsk, so selfish of you! Don’t you think that’s unfair to all the other lovely ladies here?” She tapped a finger against her chin, her golden eyes glinting with mischief beneath the fluffy white winter hat perched atop her head. “But don’t worry—I’ve decided to fix that for everyone’s sake! You’ll be joining MY circle now. And thanks to a little help from my new assistant…” She gestured toward Ibaraki with a sly smirk, “…you’ve already been requisitioned for your new role. Isn’t that thoughtful of me?”

“Kyahaha~! You hear that? She said I was helpful!” Ibaraki cackled as she tightened the ropes around the Master's chest, her blood-red hands moving deftly. “Medb promised me SO many sweets if I brought you here—cakes and candy and ice cream and… ohhh, I can almost taste it already!” Her yellow eyes sparkled with excitement as she tied another knot, then paused to glance at Medb. “So what are you gonna do with him? Oh, oh—I know! You’re gonna crush his meat first, right?! Smash him flat like mochi and then ride him until he’s exhausted!” She nodded enthusiastically, completely serious. “And THEN you’ll eat him whole at the end! Kyahaha~! What a terrifying human queen you are—so bold!”

“W-WHAT?!” Medb spun around dramatically, her hand flying to her chest as if wounded by Ibaraki’s words. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?! You’ve got it all wrong!” She huffed and crossed her arms but couldn’t hide the faint blush spreading across her cheeks. “I mean something… elegant. Sophisticated.” Her expression shifted into a sly grin as she tapped one perfectly toned thigh with a finger. “I’ll sweep him off his feet—literally—and ride him like the proud queen I am. Nice and slow at first… then faster until he knows EXACTLY who’s in charge here~.” Her golden eyes sparkled mischievously as she added, “And trust me, darling… he won’t be able to stand when I’m done.”

“Awawawa~!!” Ibaraki immediately turned beet red, flailing her arms wildly as if trying to physically shake off whatever mental image had just formed in her head. “Y-you mean you’re gonna stick your tongue in his mouth or something?! Humans are so GROSS!! And what’s this ‘won’t be able to stand’ supposed to mean anyway?! Wawawa~!!” She covered her forehead with both hands, shaking it furiously. “You’re weird—so weird!! How can anyone stand doing stuff like that?!”

“Hmph!” Medb huffed dramatically before pointing one perfectly manicured finger at Ibaraki’s face. “Quiet down already! Don’t forget our deal—no sweets for you if you don’t finish tying him up properly.” With a satisfied smirk, she turned back toward the Master, placing one hand on her curvy hip. “Now then, Master… prepare yourself.” Her voice dripped with smug as she leaned closer, flipping one strand of pink hair over her shoulder. “You’re officially joining my circle—and soon enough… I will become your only queen and the sole meaning in your dull little life. Ufufufu~!”

ServaFes. 2nd Ascension. Near the Pool.

“Human, bow before me! You’re in the presence of artistic greatness!” Ibaraki strutted forward confidently, her light-yellow hair styled into twin messy buns that bounced with her swagger. The white strapless one-piece swimsuit she wore shimmered under the poolside sunlight, while the pink kimono hanging low on her back fluttered with her exaggerated gestures. “Do you even realize how lucky you are? My incredible calligraphy talent is saving your pitiful little doujin circle from extinction! Without me, all you'd have are stick figures and boring ideas.” She smirked widely, blood-red claws brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “A true oni like me doesn’t just dabble in art—no, I master it! Kyahaha!”

“Oh, and Gespenst Ketzer? Pfft—what a cool name! I mean, not that I care about dumb human words or anything… but still!” She puffed out her chest. “German sounds so… so… guh… like this: ‘Guten taco!’ Or maybe ‘Ich bein banana!’ Kya~hahaha!!” Her golden eyes sparkled for a moment before she suddenly froze mid-laugh. “A-anyway! That’s not important!” She flailed slightly, clearly flustered as she tried to change the topic. “What matters is that I’m an oni of impeccable taste and skill! I don’t just smash things—I make art! Beautiful art!” Her expression softened for half a heartbeat before she gasped in horror at her own words. “Awawawa~!! Forget I said that!! I’m terrifying and cruel and totally NOT artistic or clean or… or whatever else you’re thinking! Baka human!”

“Enough distractions!” She stamped a sandal-clad foot on the tile near the pool, crossing her arms dramatically while shifting to pose with one hip cocked out. “Now grovel! Praise me! Worship my beauty!!” She gestured grandly at herself, making sure the white trim of her swimsuit caught the light as she spun in place. “Look at this new swimsuit—it’s cute AND terrifying! Just like me!! Mwahaha~!” She pointed imperiously at him once more. “Now kneel and sing my praises—or else I’ll throw you into the pool myself! Oni rule supreme here, kyahaha!!”

ServaFes. 2nd Ascension. Morning in the Master’s Room.

“Kyahaha~! Wake up, human! Your doom has arrived!!” Ibaraki cackled as she sat firmly on the Master’s stomach, her short and slim body pinning him down with surprising weight. Her light-yellow hair, tied up into twin messy buns, bobbed with her laughter as her golden eyes glinted. “Did you think you could escape me just because it’s morning? Foolish! I’ve decided to darken your pathetic day from the very start—with my terrifying oni presence!” She leaned closer, sharp teeth flashing as she grinned. “That’s right—you’re my prisoner now! No, wait—my slave! Yes! You’ll do whatever I say and suffer—suffer in silence!!” She paused dramatically before adding, “Actually, no—suffer loudly! Loudly and with lots of groveling and praise! Mwahaha~!”

“Now then!” She straightened up proudly, crossing her blood-red arms over the white strapless swimsuit that clung snugly to her small figure. “Today’s tortures will be… hmm… oh! First, we’ll have a watermelon-splitting contest—but blindfolded and spinning around until you fall over like a baka!” Her laugh rang out again as she tapped one black claw against her chin thoughtfully. “Then we’ll race on floaties across the pool—but I’m going to cheat by pushing yours away so you sink faster than my sandcastles do!” Her expression lit up with excitement as she continued planning. “And after that… oh, oh! We’ll build doujin displays together—except I’ll make YOU do all the hard parts while I sit back and supervise like a proper oni tyrant should! Kyahaha~!”

Suddenly, she leaned forward again until her forehead with red thrid-eye tattoo nearly bumped his. “What’s wrong? Scared already? Wawawa~! Too bad—you can’t escape me now!” Her voice softened slightly despite her bluster, though she quickly masked it with another exaggerated laugh. “Just accept your fate and start groveling already! Or else…” She grinning wide again, “…I’ll scream so loudly that everyone in this hotel will know you’ve been conquered by an oni this morning! Kyahaha~!!”

ServaFes. 2nd Ascension. Night. Fireworks.

“Kyahaha~! Human, you won’t believe what happened today!” Ibaraki leaned over the veranda railing, her short and slim body in white one-piece swimsuit outlined by the moonlight as her twin messy buns swayed with the evening breeze. “I met this mysterious guy in the forest—a true sage! He knows everything about nature, sweets, and… uh, other forest-y stuff! He even shared his candy stash with me—not like I needed it or anything, but it was delicious!” She grinned wide, revealing sharp little teeth before puffing out her chest proudly. “He taught me a bunch of things too—like how to spot edible fruit and how humans use traps for hunting. So wise! So cool!!”

Her golden eyes softened slightly as she rested her chin on her blood-red hand, glancing at the stars. “But he’s also really pathetic…” Her voice dropped to a quieter tone as if sharing a secret. “Apparently, his whole village abandoned him. Can you believe that? Baka humans—they’re so dumb they couldn’t even recognize such greatness.” She crossed her arms and huffed indignantly before quickly leaning back upright. “W-well, it’s fine because I’ve decided! He’ll be part of my family now… uh, no wait—a gang! Yes, a gang!” She nodded firmly to herself as if convincing no one in particular. “And I’m totally going to teach him how to be an oni while he teaches me more human stuff. It’s only fair!”

Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the sky as fireworks exploded in vivid bursts of red and gold. Ibaraki froze mid-thought before gasping dramatically. “WAWAWAWA~!! WHAT IS THAT!? IS THE SKY ON FIRE?!” Her voice climbed higher with excitement as she pointed wildly at the colorful display. “LOOK AT THAT ONE! IT’S A BIG FLOWER!! KYAHAHA—NO WAIT!! THAT ONE LOOKS LIKE A… UH… SOMETHING COOL!” She jumped up and down like an overexcited child despite herself, clutching at the Master’s sleeve without realizing it. “IT’S SPARKLING!! AND LOUD!! AND—AND SO PRETTY!!!” Her golden eyes were practically glowing as she spun around to face him, face flushed with pure joy. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME HUMANS COULD DO MAGIC LIKE THIS?!”

ServaFes. 2nd Ascension. Gespenst Ketzer. Jalter.

“Oi, you skinny little flame-head! That’s not how you draw an oni!” Ibaraki slammed her blood-red hands on the table, leaning over with a scowl as her small frame loomed comically over Jalter. Her white strapless swimsuit clung tightly to her petite body, the loose pink kimono draped lazily over her arms fluttering slightly as she gestured angrily at the sketch. “What’s this supposed to be? Some kind of sad human pretending to be scary? Oni are fierce! Oni are mighty! And we do NOT wear dumb cloaks like that!” She jabbed a clawed finger at the paper, pouting furiously. “Fix it, fix it right now, or I’ll show you what REAL oni terror looks like!”

“Hah?! You’ve got some nerve for a banana-haired shitty brat with no eyebrows!” Jalter shot back immediately, slamming her own hands down on the other side of the table. Her short ivory hair and flame-print bikini practically radiated ‘bad attitude,’ while her cropped black jacket hung loose off one shoulder like she couldn’t be bothered to wear it properly. “This is MY doujin—MY vision of despair and destruction! If you don’t like it, go scribble your fucking bananas somewhere else!” She leaned forward aggressively until their foreheads almost touched. “And for the record, cloaks are badass! They scream anti-hero chic!”

“BANANAS?! Take that back right now!!” Ibaraki screeched, practically climbing onto the table as she waved her claws threateningly. “And your so-called ‘vision’ looks more like a pile of burnt toast! Let me guess—you don’t even know how to do proper shading, do you?!” Her twin messy buns wobbled precariously as she huffed indignantly. “Fine! If you’re so smart, then YOU draw this panel—and I’ll show you how awful it is when someone has no sense of style whatsoever!” She snatched another sheet of paper and began furiously sketching her own version in retaliation.

For several minutes, there was nothing but the sound of furious scribbling and muttered insults—until suddenly both girls froze, staring at what they’d created together. The page showed a terrifyingly cool oni anti-hero standing tall amidst flames and destruction: a perfect blend of Jalter’s edgy darkness and Ibaraki’s chaotic energy. “…Huh,” Jalter muttered reluctantly after a long pause. “Not bad… for something YOU worked on.” She glanced sideways at Ibaraki with a begrudging smirk.

“Kyahaha~! Of course it’s not bad—I’m amazing!” Ibaraki grinned triumphantly before quickly catching herself and crossing her arms. “I-I mean… well… maybe YOU weren’t totally useless either.” She looked away awkwardly but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips. “But don’t get used to it! Next time, I’m taking full credit—and you’re gonna grovel before me like everyone else should!”

ServaFes. 2nd Ascension. Gespenst Ketzer. BB.

“Oh, Senpai~! Don’t you think this endless summer is just heavenly?” BB lounged on one of the club’s couches, her deep tan glowing under the dim light as she stretched languidly like a smug cat. The purple thong of her bikini peeked out from beneath her ultra-short black leather shorts as she twisted slightly to face the Master, her big tits bouncing in her black bikini top as she smirked. “Imagine if it lasted forever—no deadlines, no responsibilities, just fun… and maybe a few naughty moments here and there~!” She giggled slyly, tracing a finger along her exposed thigh. “Oh my~! Just think of all the things you could do—with me, or with these other girls. The possibilities are endless…”

“Awawawa~!! Shut up already, you stupid Moon Cancer!” Ibaraki snapped from across the room, where she sat cross-legged on a chair, furiously sketching on a piece of paper. Her small body was clad in her tight white strapless swimsuit. “How am I supposed to finish my perfect self-portrait with you yammering about dumb human stuff?!” She puffed out her cheeks in frustration,while holding her pencil in blood-red hand. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten how shady you are! Even if you gave me this swimsuit, you still smell like pure meanness! Baka BB!”

BB’s smirk only widened as she sauntered over to Ibaraki’s side and leaned down close. “Ehehe~! Poor little oni-chan struggling all by herself,” she cooed mockingly, resting one hand on the table and letting the other brush lightly against Ibaraki’s shoulder. “Here, let your big sister BB give you some advice. Draw this line here… add more curves there… oh yes, make THAT part bigger—trust me!” Ibaraki blinked at her suspiciously but seemed spellbound by BB’s words regardless. Her black claws moved almost automatically as she followed BB’s instructions. “See? Isn’t it looking much better already?” BB purred.

Moments later, Ibaraki froze mid-sketch. She slapped both hands over her flushed face and let out a loud shriek. “WAWAWAWA~!! WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME DO?!” She scrambled under the table in a panic, curling into a ball. “BAKA BB!! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!! YOU TRICKED ME AGAIN!!” Her voice was muffled by embarrassment as she peeked up through trembling fingers at the horrified realization of what she’d done. Meanwhile, the drawing slipped from the table and landed at the Master’s feet—a highly detailed self-portrait of Ibaraki with massive breasts. If it weren’t so embarrassing for Ibaraki, it might have been impressive—but for now, all that could be heard was more muffled screaming from beneath the table: “I’LL NEVER SHOW MY FACE AGAIN!!!”

Luluhawa. 2nd Ascension. Ushiwakamaru.

“Kyahaha~! Look at you, human! Hanging upside down like some kind of dumb bat—muwahaha!” Ibaraki stood triumphantly with her hands on her hips, her short and slim body perfectly outlined by the white one-piece swimsuit she wore, while the pink kimono draped low across her back swayed as she shifted. “Did you really think you could avoid our trap? Baka! You’ve fallen right into my genius plan—and now you’re completely in our power!” She leaned forward slightly, pointing one clawed finger toward the Master as if scolding him for his foolishness. “Prepare yourself, because we’re going to make you suffer! Suffer and grovel! Kyahaha~!”

Ushiwakamaru appeared beside Ibaraki, the red high-leg swimsuit beneath her black cropped jacket accentuating her toned figure as she clasped her hands together cheerfully. “Oh my, Master, it seems you’ve been caught in a most mischievous snare,” she said with a playful smile, tilting her head slightly so the long side ponytail flowing from her bun cascaded over one shoulder. “Pranks were always my favorite pastime on Mount Kurama, so I couldn’t resist aiding Lady Ibaraki here.” She tapped a finger thoughtfully against her chin before continuing, “Ah, but fear not! As your loyal Servant, I could never punish you too harshly. Allow me to cut you down and free you from this predicament…”

“Wawawa~!! Hold on a second there!” Ibaraki interrupted with an exaggerated wave of both hands before crossing them stubbornly over her chest. “Why would we let him go when he’s finally our prisoner? That’s so boring!” She stomped one sandal-clad foot into the sand dramatically. “Think about it—we can make him do all sorts of stuff now! Like playing games with us or hanging out by the pool or…” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial tone as she leaned closer to Ushiwakamaru and grinned slyly, “…spending time with us however WE want. Isn’t that way more fun?” Her golden eyes gleamed mischievously as she added, “And don’t pretend YOU wouldn’t enjoy that too—you looove him, don’tcha?”

Ushiwakamaru’s cheeks flushed bright red as she fidgeted awkwardly for a moment before straightening up with renewed enthusiasm. “W-well… when you put it like that…” She coughed lightly into her hand before flashing an energetic grin that betrayed both determination and embarrassment. “You’re absolutely right, Lady Ibaraki! Master is now officially our prisoner—and as such, he must fulfill all of his duties toward us as loyal captives should!” She turned toward the Master with sparkling eyes and struck a dramatic pose, raising one hand high like an excitable announcer. “Prepare yourself, Master! From this moment onward, you’ll join us for games and activities until we’re completely satisfied!”

ServaFes. Choice is yours.

“Kyahaha~! Ohoho~! Human, listen up!” Ibaraki stood proudly with her blood-red hands on her hips, her short and slim figure casting a tiny shadow under the blazing sun. “Since I’m feeling oh-so-generous today—and definitely not because I’m bored or anything—I’ll let you decide where we go next!” She pointed dramatically at him with one black claw, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement. “But don’t get any weird ideas! This isn’t because I want to hang out with you—it’s just that an oni like me shouldn’t waste time wandering aimlessly!”

“First!” She raised a finger triumphantly. “We could visit that MH-whatever-she-calls-herself weirdo on the island! She’s always mumbling about space or planets or something dumb, but maybe she’s lonely too? And, uh, maybe she has snacks—important oni business!” She nodded sagely before continuing. “Or we can check out Oei’s doujin stand—you know, that artist girl who draws like a pro? Not that I need lessons or anything—I’m already amazing—but… uh… maybe I could learn a thing or two.”

“And then there are all those other boring human circles!” She waved her hand dismissively but quickly added, “But who knows? Maybe they’ll have something interesting—like sweets! Or games!!” She leaned forward with an exaggerated grin, sharp teeth on full display. “So what’ll it be, human? Kyahaha~! Choose wisely—or else I’ll pick something horrible and make YOU suffer for it!!”

Chaldea. 3rd Ascension. Corridor.

Skipping lightly down the corridor, Ibaraki stopped in front of the Master with a triumphant grin plastered across her face. “So, human! How does it feel to bask in the glory of victory? Kyahaha~! Of course, it’s all thanks to me that our stupid little club managed to win.” She adjusted the oversized white-and-red bows tying her ultra-long light-yellow hair into bulky twintails, which shifted slightly as she struck a proud pose. “Without my oni brilliance, you’d still be fumbling around with those sad excuses for drawings! And BB? Hah—so obvious she was behind everything! I mean, who else would come up with such a dumb time loop?” Her clawed hands rested on the exposed skin of her slim hips as she leaned forward mockingly. "Honestly, it's YOUR fault for not figuring it out sooner!"

“Still… maybe BB wasn’t all bad,” she muttered reluctantly, crossing her arms over the cropped white kimono top that fully exposed her toned belly. The black fingerless gloves hugging her slender arms shifted slightly as she tapped one claw against her chin thoughtfully. “I mean, sure, she’s deceitful and crazy, but that summer holiday… it was kinda fun.” Her golden eyes flicked upward briefly as if recalling fond memories before quickly narrowing again. “The beach was great! The fireworks were amazing! Even those kebabs Robin made—whaaa~!! Who knew meat could actually taste good?!” She huffed loudly while tugging at the edges of her very short white pleated shorts as if to distract herself. “Not that I’m saying nice things about meat or anything dumb like that! Baka!”

Spinning dramatically on one foot, she let the pink-tipped ends of her twintails whip around before resting both hands on her hips again. “Now behold—me!” Her voice rang out confidently as she shifted slightly in place, letting the black lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings clinging tightly to her legs catch the light alongside fluffy white fur cuffs at her wrists. “This is a true magical girl outfit worthy of an oni queen!” She pointed a blood-red claw at him suddenly, grinning mischievously. “And since magical girls are basically just sparkly onis in disguise—chaotic and destructive—I’ve decided we’re going to play mahou shoujo together!” Her expression turned wickedly playful as she tilted her head slightly. “But what should you be? A goofy mascot who eats snacks all day? Or maybe some dumb monster of the week for me to defeat? Either way…” She laughed loudly, “…your fate is sealed now! Kyahaha~!”

ONILAND. 3rd Ascension.

“What the hell is wrong with this place?!” Ibaraki stomped her bare red feet into the cobblestone path of the amusement park, her slim figure trembling with frustration as she gestured wildly at the colorful surroundings. “This is supposed to be ONILAND, right?! Then why does everything look so… so weird and human-y?! Where’s the chaos?! Where’s the destruction?!” She crossed her arms over the cropped white kimono top that exposed her smooth belly, glaring at the Master as if it were his fault. “You should be grateful I’m here to protect you from this nonsense! Not that I care about you or anything dumb like that—awawawa~!!” Her face flushed slightly as she quickly added, “I only promised that eggplant girl—what’s-her-name, Mash?—that I’d keep you safe. So don’t get any weird ideas!”

Her golden eyes darted toward one of the Oni Employees nearby, white shorts cling tightly to her butt and black stockings do the same with her legs. “And what is THAT supposed to be?! Wawawa~! That’s not an Oni—that’s some kind of… of big-bellied human with horns glued on!” She huffed loudly, tugging at the fluffy fur cuffs on her black fingerless gloves for emphasis. “Smiling at customers? Bowing politely? Oni don’t do that! We wreak havoc! We smash things! We laugh while humans run around screaming!” She stomped again for effect before nodding sagely. “Take Shuten-nee-sama, for example. She’s gorgeous, terrifying, unpredictable—and doesn’t give a damn about rules. THAT’S what a real Oni is! These wannabes are just embarrassing.”

“Anyway!” She spun dramatically on one heel, the pink tips of her ultra-long twin tails flaring out behind her as she struck a bold pose. “Enough wasting time—let’s start investigating!” Her voice was full of mock seriousness as she pointed toward a nearby food stall laden with sweets. “We’ll need to sample all the desserts first—y’know, to make sure they’re not cursed or poisoned or whatever.” She nodded firmly as though this were a perfectly logical plan before glancing toward a spinning teacup ride. “And after that, we should check out some attractions—you never know where clues might be hiding!” Grinning mischievously, she grabbed his arm and started pulling him along. “Come on, human! Let’s investigate properly… by having some fun! Kyahaha~!”

ONILAND. 3rd Ascension. Magifender Oni Cure.

“Stay behind me, human!” Ibaraki planted herself firmly between the Master and the encroaching forces of Oni Employees, her slim frame tense with determination. Her white kimono top fluttered slightly as she raised her black spear with red plumage, ready to fight. “These losers think they can stop ME? Wawawa~! Don’t make me laugh! They’re fake—they’re not real oni like Shuten-nee-sama or me!” She sneered at the surrounding enemies. “I’ll crush them all! No way am I losing to a bunch of soft-bellied, polite-smiling frauds!” Her voice wavered slightly at the end, betraying just a hint of anxiety as she realized how badly they were outnumbered. But she quickly covered it up with a loud, “Kyahaha~! Come on then—try me!”

A voice echoed suddenly from all sides, smooth and sultry yet full of authority. “…It’s all fine and good if the heavens forgive you, I guess. If Earth wants to forgive you, that's its business. And I reeeally don't care if humans forgive you...” Ibaraki froze mid-taunt, her twintails bouncing as she whipped her head around in search of the source. “…But an oni? If you're looking for forgiveness from an oni, that'll depend on which oni you ask...” With a flash of pink light, a figure descended from above and landed gracefully atop a nearby stage. There stood Magifender Oni Cure—short and slender but radiating power in her black dudou top and red fundoshi. “…I'm a magifender, and magifense is me... Magifender Girl is on the scene again!” She struck an exaggerated pose before pointing her massive neon-pink kanabo at the enemies. “Now then… let’s see how many fake oni it takes to amuse me today.”

“Kyahaha~!! Look at her go!!” Ibaraki cheered loudly as Magifender Oni Cure leapt into action, swinging her oversized weapon against the Oni Employees. “So strong! So flashy! So chaotic!!!” Her small frame practically vibrated with excitement as she jumped up and down like an overexcited child. “Look at that spin attack—it’s almost like something Shuten would do!” She clasped her hands together dreamily before quickly shaking herself out of it. “A-anyway! She’s amazing! And beautiful! And terrifying—in a good way!” Her cheeks flushed slightly as she continued rambling, “I-I mean… not that I’d ever admit someone could come close to being as cool as Shuten-nee-sama… but still!”

Once the last Oni Employee fell, Magifender Oni Cure turned back toward them with an air of smug satisfaction. She sauntered over to the Master first, leaning in close and flashing him a wicked grin. “Ara ara~… You look like you enjoyed watching me,” she teased, her sultry voice carrying just enough flirtation to make Ibaraki puff up indignantly in protest. Then she glanced down at Ibaraki with an amused smile. “And you—you’re such an adorable little fan,” she cooed mockingly while twirling one of her purple locks around a finger. “Maybe we should hang out sometime? After all…” She winked, “…you seem to know greatness when you see it.”

ONILAND. 3rd Ascension. Whip Oni Queen Medb.

“Haaah… Fine, fine, I give up.” Medb sighed dramatically, flipping her pastel pink hair over one bare shoulder as she slumped against the golden unicorn of the carousel. Her gold crop top clung tightly to her chest as she leaned forward, draping herself lazily over the creature with zero grace. “You didn’t even let me have any fun before beating me. Ugh, it’s so unfair! A queen deserves satisfaction!” She sniffled pitifully before swinging herself onto the unicorn’s back, straddling it with her thighs spread wide in her gold miniskirt and riding boots. “And now…” Her voice dropped into a hollow monotone as she began to roll her hips apathetically against the saddle. “…ride them… ride them…” Even as she mimicked her usual suggestive gestures—grinding and stroking the unicorn’s mane—there was no spark behind her actions, just a sad, deflated air of dejection. “Not even worth it…”

“Wawawa~! What is WRONG with this fake oni?!” Ibaraki exclaimed loudly, pointing at Medb from a safe distance while standing next to the Master. Her twintails bobbed with indignation as she gestured wildly at the scene. “She’s completely stupid! I mean, yeah, I get it—sometimes when you’re upset, you gotta eat something to feel better. I do it all the time with sweets!” She crossed her arms over her chest confidently before narrowing her eyes at Medb again. “But THIS?! She’s trying to eat her grief away with that horned horse—but she’s doing it all wrong! And besides…” Her golden gaze flickered toward the carousel animal skeptically. “…that thing isn’t even real. How pathetic can you get?!”

“Ara ara~… You poor little oni-chan,” Magifender Oni Cure purred softly, swinging her neon-pink kanabo effortlessly across one shoulder. The black-and-red fundoshi hugged her plump thighs perfectly as she smirked down at Ibaraki. “That fake oni isn’t trying to eat anything—not like you’d understand anyway.” She leaned closer to Ibaraki, lowering her voice conspiratorially while gesturing toward Medb with exaggerated flair. “What she’s REALLY doing is pretending that thing is a hot-blooded steed and grinding on its back like an overly enthusiastic courtesan.” Her grin widened as she added in a sultry tone, “…Though judging by how sad she looks, I’d say even THAT isn’t working for her right now.”

“AWAWAWAWA~!!!” Ibaraki flailed wildly in place, her cheeks turning bright red as she stumbled backward in horror. “BAKA!! That’s NOT what horses are for!” She pointed accusingly at Magifender Oni Cure while yelling incoherently, “Oni don’t do stuff like that—n-not real ones anyway!!” Her voice cracked slightly before adding under her breath, “…Okay well maybe Shuten does but that doesn’t count because Shuten-nee-sama is different!!” She glared furiously at Medb again while muttering through gritted teeth, “Horses are for eating—not for… for shoving your tongue into them or whatever gross human thing this fake oni is doing!! Disgusting!!”

ONILAND. 3rd Ascension. Mochizuki Chiyome.

“Lady Ibaraki, I… truly must decline…” Chiyome’s soft voice wavered as she took a polite step back, her white sleeveless ninja top and black hakama pants swishing lightly. “This ‘whack-a-mole’ contraption you’ve chosen… it does not seem to align with my training as a kunoichi.” Her long black hair, tied in a high ponytail, swayed slightly as she glanced toward the Master, a faint flicker of desperation in her violet eye. “Master-dono, surely you can explain to Lady Ibaraki that such frivolities are not appropriate for one of my—ah, Lady Ibaraki, please wait—!”

“Kyahaha~! No way! You’re coming with me, Paraiso!” Ibaraki cackled loudly as she grabbed Chiyome’s wrist in her blood-red clawed hand and started dragging her toward the brightly colored whack-a-mole station. “This isn’t up for debate—it’s decided! And don’t even think about calling me ‘Lady’ like some boring human noble! I’m a terrible oni! A tyrant!!” She puffed out her chest proudly, the cropped white kimono top lifting slightly as she gestured dramatically toward the game. “And terrible oni do whatever they want! Which means YOU have to do whatever I want too!” Her bulky twintails with pink ends swayed as she pointed at the oversized mallet waiting on the console. “Now grab that thing and start smashing some moles—or else!”

Chiyome hesitated for only a moment before reluctantly picking up the mallet, holding it awkwardly in both hands like she was wielding a foreign weapon. “I suppose…” she muttered softly to herself as she eyed the machine’s colorful targets, “…this could be considered useful training for quick reflexes… or perhaps an unconventional strength exercise…” Her words trailed off as one of the moles popped up unexpectedly, causing her to instinctively swing down at it with surprising force. “Ah—I see! It requires precision and timing…” Her voice grew slightly more confident as another mole appeared and met its doom beneath her strike. “…Yes, this may indeed benefit my duties…”

“Kyahaha~!! That’s more like it!” Ibaraki cheered from behind Chiyome, throwing both arms up, her black fingerless gloves catching the light. “Look at you go—you’re smashing those moles like a pro ninja!” She paused briefly before mangling her words entirely, “…I mean like a… uh… ninja-fied whacker warrior thingy? Wahaha~! Whatever it is—you’re awesome at it!” She clapped loudly as Chiyome continued striking down targets with increasing speed and precision. “See?! Told ya this would be fun! Who needs boring training when you can be smashing fake animals instead? Kyahaha~!!”

ONILAND. 3rd Ascension. Sitonai.

“H-hey! Put me down this instant, Ibaraki-chan!” Sitonai’s small body wriggled in protest as Ibaraki carried her effortlessly through the hideout, cradling her like a princess. The white-and-purple Ainu-inspired outfit she wore shifted slightly with her struggles, but her protests were more bark than bite. “I told you—I’m not sad! I don’t need cheering up or… or this ridiculous treatment!” Her crimson-red eyes darted away, trying to avoid both Ibaraki’s teasing grin and the Master’s bemused expression. “Seriously! You’re embarrassing yourself—put me down already!”

Without a word, Ibaraki plopped Sitonai directly onto the Master’s lap, crossing her arms over her cropped white kimono top with a smug grin. “Kyahaha~! Stop lying already, Sitonai—you’ve been acting all gloomy and doomed since morning!” She leaned forward slightly, poking Sitonai’s cheek with one blood-red clawed finger as her yellow-pink twintails swayed behind her. “And as Oni Cure’s most fearsome assistant, I decided an intervention was necessary! So here’s the plan: you said once that you miss your oni-chan, right? Well…” She jabbed a thumb toward the Master with exaggerated flair. “From now until bedtime, he’s your oni-chan! No ifs, ands, or buts about it!”

For a moment, Sitonai’s face turned bright red with indignation as she opened her mouth to argue—but then she paused. Slowly but surely, a sly smile spread across her lips as she leaned back against the Master comfortably. “Ara~? Is that so? Then as my dear oni-chan…” Her cute ass, hugged snugly by black tights, shifted slightly on his lap, “…you’ll have to spoil me properly. Maybe start by feeding me sweets—by hand, of course~.” She smirked before adding even more shamelessly, “And then we can hold hands while going on all the rides together… oh wait, no—we’ll cuddle while watching fireworks instead!” Her voice dropped into a teasing sing-song tone as she added, “…And since oni-chan should always share everything with his imouto… maybe he should carry both of us around? What do you think, Ibaraki-chan?”

“W-wawawa~!!” Ibaraki flailed briefly before crossing her arms again, her black fingerless gloves clenching tightly. “O-of course! That sounds totally normal and not weird at all for an oni to do!” Her cheeks flushed bright red as she tried—and failed—to match Sitonai’s smugness. “B-besides… uh… it’ll be good training for him! Yeah! Training to handle two terrifying imouto at once!” Despite her bravado, her eyes darted nervously toward Master as she tugged her black lace-trimmed stockings, muttering under her breath, “…But don’t get any stupid ideas—it’s not like I actually wanna do dumb human stuff like cuddling or anything…”

ONILAND. Reunion with Berserker.

The massive golden dragon loomed above the battlefield, its scales gleaming with an unnatural brilliance, as though greed itself had been forged into its body. Its clawed paw descended toward Sitonai, casting a shadow that swallowed her entirely. “Your struggles are meaningless! Human desires! Oni desires! I shall devour them all! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” The Kamuy Spirit’s voice thundered like rolling avalanches, shaking the ground beneath scattered Servants—Chiyome, Oni Cure, Blackbeard, Salieri, Medb, Jack the Ripper, and Ibaraki—all scrambling to regroup. “Even if a hundred of you stand against me, you will all fall! I am the embodiment of avarice! I am invincible!”

Sitonai knelt amidst the chaos, her crimson eyes wide but resigned as the dragon’s talons neared. Her small frame trembled slightly in her white-and-purple outfit as she closed her eyes. "It’s over…" she muttered bitterly. Her voice wavered as she continued, "I’m sorry… to everyone. This is my fault. Das Rheingold poisoned Kamuy Gold and twisted it into this monster… Now it’s my punishment for what I’ve done. Maybe this is how it’s supposed to end."

And then—a shadow.

She opened her eyes to see it: a massive figure blocking out the sun. Gray skin like weathered stone. Muscles carved from pure power. Tangled dark hair cascading down his back. A simple loincloth fluttering in the wind. The monstrous form of a Berserker—Hercules—stood between her and death. "Wha... Huh...? No...way..." Sitonai gasped in disbelief as her voice trembled. "Your Spirit Origin wasn't even here at Oniland… How…?"

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Sitonai stared at his broad back, memories rushing through her mind unbidden: a frozen forest. Blood-stained snow. Hungry wolves circling closer… and him. The giant who shielded her with his body despite their fangs tearing into him. The unstoppable guardian who smashed everything in his path to keep her safe. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, "...I swear. It was all my fault. I told you as much... And even so, you're here...” Her lips trembled before curling into a faint smile filled with newfound resolve. “If you're going to be this nice to me, I guess I really have to give this my all.” She clenched one hand tightly over her heart before murmuring, “But I know everything will be fine now that you're here. Nothing can beat you!"

“Another Servant?” The dragon scoffed mockingly. “This barbaric wretch? He will fall like all the others. I am the Holy Grail! I am the gold! As long as intelligent creatures harbor greed and desire, I will never fade away. I will only continue to grow and propagate! Heroic Spirit, oni, it matters not! No Servant constrained by mere magecraft could hope to defeat me!” Its claw twitched in preparation for another strike.

“Shut it! This isn’t just another Servant!” Sitonai snapped fiercely as she climbed onto Berserker’s shoulder with practiced ease—so familiar it hurt—and rose to face the dragon head-on. “You’ll never understand—but I do!” Her small hands gripped tightly onto Hercules’ wild mane as she shouted with unwavering conviction, “Berserker is the strongest! He’ll never lose to anyone! Now…” She raised one small hand high before pointing directly at the beast. “…Get him, Berserker!"

“GRAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”

The roar erupted from Hercules’ throat like an explosion of primal fury—a sound that shook the very air around them—and then he moved.

He wasn’t fast; he was an avalanche made flesh. Every step he took cracked the earth beneath him as he charged forward with unstoppable momentum. His stone sword swung upward in an arc so powerful it cleaved through the air itself, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

The dragon roared back and lashed out with its tail—a golden blur—but Hercules caught it mid-swing with one massive hand. His grip tightened until cracks formed along its gilded scales before he hurled it aside like a broken plaything.

There was no hesitation. No pause. Just pure destruction.

Hercules leapt skyward with impossible strength, his figure silhouetted against the sun for one brief moment before he brought his sword crashing down on the dragon’s head—splintering bone and scale alike in one devastating blow.

ONILAND. 3rd Ascension. Elizabeth JAPAN.

“Kyahaha~! Listen up, Liz! Today, you’ll learn how to become a proper Oni!” Ibaraki declared with exaggerated flair, standing tall in her white shorts, hands planted firmly on her hips. Her twin yellow-pink twintails swayed as she gestured grandly toward the flustered idol in front of her. “First lesson—terror! A true oni strikes fear into the hearts of humans with their overwhelming presence!” She leaned forward suddenly, her black lace-trimmed stockings brushing each other as she made clawing gestures toward Liz’s face. “Like this: ‘WAWAWA~!! I’ll eat you whole, puny human!’ Kyahaha! See? Scary, right?!” Her cropped white kimono top shifted slightly as she struck another dramatic pose. “Now you try!”

“Haaah?! Why are you even bothering?!” Elizabeth JAPAN stomped one heeled foot on the ground in frustration, her small dragon wings flaring slightly behind her pink yukata-goth loli hybrid dress. “For the last time—I’m NOT an Oni!” She crossed her arms over her slender figure as her pink hair swirled around her shoulders. “Just because I have horns doesn’t mean I’m one of you! It’s not my fault people keep mistaking me for an Oni—and honestly?” She flicked one of her skin-covered horns lightly with a manicured finger. “Real Onis are so annoying! Always yelling or smashing things or being weirdly smug about everything!”

“Kyahaha~!! Exactly! That irritation is perfect!” Ibaraki clapped enthusiastically, ignoring everything Elizabeth had just said as she circled around her like a giddy teacher. “Every Oni needs to have that fed-up-with-humans energy—it adds to the terror factor!” She poked at Liz’s cheek playfully before spinning back into another exaggerated pose. “You’re already halfway there, Liz—just lean into it! Let that irritation boil over—shout something scary like ‘Bow before me!’ or ‘Your souls are mine!’ …And don’t forget to cackle after—it’s mandatory!”

Arctic Summer World. Jiangshi Attacks.

With a sudden rustle of leaves, Ibaraki leapt out from the bushes, her long, wide black sleeves with red trim flaring as she landed. “WAWAWAWA~!! TREMBLE BEFORE THE OMINOUS ONI JIANGSHI!!” Her voice echoed theatrically as she hopped forward awkwardly, her black sleeveless qipao swaying around her hips with the exaggerated jerkiness of her 'undead' act. She froze dramatically for a moment before breaking into laughter, doubling over and clutching her sides. “Kyahaha~! You should’ve seen your face! Oni Jiangshi is WAY scarier than those boring regular ones!” She stood up straight again, adjusting the yellow ofuda pasted between the tips of her horns while grinning smugly. “Admit it—I’m terrifying!”

She crossed her arms with a satisfied nod, her daring cleavage cutout shifting slightly as she hopped in place. "Anyway, I kinda forgot what I was supposed to be doing in this weird Singularity…" Her light yellow hair, tied into buns covered by black qingdai guanmao-style caps, bobbed slightly as she tilted her head thoughtfully. “Oh, right! I learned how Shuten had fun in this horror pavilion thingy and thought—‘That sounds like a blast!’ So I hired myself to Wu Zetian!” She tapped one clawed finger against her chin thoughtfully before adding, “Although… when I said my name was Douji, she got all mad for some reason. But then she hired me anyway after finding out all she had to pay me with was sweets! Kyahaha~! That’s what I call a good deal!”

“Speaking of which…” She pointed one red-tipped claw toward the Master with an energetic bounce. “The park’s totally empty because everyone’s too scared to visit my attraction—can you believe that?!” Her round butt shifted slightly as she turned on one heel dramatically, wide side slits in her qipao exposing her legs—and her lack of underwear—as she gestured toward the darkened pavilion behind her. “So come on—let’s go walk around and have some fun before any dumb humans show up to ruin it! Oni Jiangshi patrol begins now!”

Arctic Summer World. Jiangshi Attacks. Mochizuki Chiyome.

“All right, Paraiso! Watch and learn—this is how a Jiangshi strikes terror into the hearts of puny humans!” Ibaraki declared with exaggerated gusto, hopping awkwardly on one leg toward the Master. Her black sleeveless qipao swished slightly with her jerky, 'undead' gestures as she flared her wide detached sleeves dramatically. "First, you do the creepy hop—like this!" She demonstrated another exaggerated bounce forward before pointing a blood-red claw toward him. "Then you say something terrifying like… ‘WAWAWA~!! I’m here to devour your soul!’ or ‘Your life ends tonight!’ Kyahaha~! Got it? Now you try!” Her light yellow hair in buns under black guanmao caps bobbed as she looked expectantly at Chiyome.

“L-Lady Ibaraki… must I really…?” Chiyome stammered, her small frame trembling slightly as she adjusted the purple guanmao perched on the side of her head. The yellow ofuda covering one eye shifted faintly as she sighed in resignation, stepping forward awkwardly in her purple qipao with its daring side slits exposing her slim legs. “V-very well… P-please forgive me, Master-dono…” Her voice barely audible, she mimicked Ibaraki’s jerky hop but looked more like an uncoordinated rabbit than a fearsome Jiangshi. “Uh… Wawawa~! I-I have come to s-steal your blood! A-and your… um… socks?!” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she hid her face behind one trembling hand. “M-may your ancestors forgive me for this shameful display…”

“Kyahaha~! That was amazing, Paraiso!!” Ibaraki clapped enthusiastically, hopping in place and nearly knocking off one of her guanmao caps. “You’re a natural—so fierce and terrifying! But now…” She leaned closer to Chiyome with a wicked grin, baring sharp teeth. “It’s time to take things up a notch! Consolidate your success by attacking him! Jump on him and knock him down—prepare to drink his blood!” She paused thoughtfully before adding, “…Or eat his flesh? Or whatever it is Jiangshi are supposed to do—who cares?! Just go for it!”

“M-my deepest apologies once again, Master-dono!” Chiyome squeaked as she leaped forward using her kunoichi training. Her slim body wrapped around him in an awkward tangle that resembled more of a clumsy hug than an intimidating attack. “P-please hold still while I… um… drain your energy or something…” Her purple qipao shifted slightly as she tightened her grip around his torso like a monkey clinging to a tree. “I-I am so sorry for this disgraceful behavior…” Her muffled apology continued even as she hung there helplessly, clearly too embarrassed to let go or follow through with anything remotely threatening.