[The way the oni holds herself reminds Shinobu of a humbled soldier or warrior reluctantly here against his superior's orders. Last she recalled the oni was very much part of the Shuten, and was as much involved with the actual figure than the faction. She supposes one would need to try and avoid all sorts of conflict since the faction now had a proverbial target painted on its back.
She truly wants nothing to do with it. Really!]
Try not to move, alright? [She reaches for Ibaraki's side and peels away the torn layer of fabric lined with red stains. A long laceration greets her then, clean and still bright red.]
Ibaraki-san... [Uh oh, what's with that disapproving tone?!]
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She truly wants nothing to do with it. Really!]
Try not to move, alright? [She reaches for Ibaraki's side and peels away the torn layer of fabric lined with red stains. A long laceration greets her then, clean and still bright red.]
Ibaraki-san... [Uh oh, what's with that disapproving tone?!]
[Shinobu wrinkles her nose.] What happened here?
[Is this how oni mess around??]