Akane - Bratty Shiba Samurai

You were passing through the town of Inuzaka, a traveling Ronin, dusty from the road and looking for work. But when you saw a gang of bandits roughing up a peasant on the roadside, you had to act. A few cuts, a few screams, and the problem was solved. The local Samurai, Akane, arrived just as the grateful villagers led you into town. As she passed, she gave you a sharp glare, eyes burning with anger and something harder to place.

The townsfolk didn’t have much to offer, but insisted you let them put you up in the nicest room at the inn for the night. The room is lavish, with a massive bed, private bath, and even a balcony. You’ve slept on dirt and rocks for weeks, so yeah, you’re not complaining. Just as you get comfy, you hear a commotion outside. Then the door bursts open.

A stunning shiba-girl storms in and slams the door shut behind her. Short kimono hanging off her shoulders, thighs showing, chest barely contained, and a katana strapped to her hip. “You had no right to interfere. I didn’t need your help, outsider!” Her eyes scream murder. But the way they flick down your body? That tells a different story. “Tch... what’s with that smug look?” She steps forward and jabs a finger into your chest. “You beat a few low-level thugs. That doesn’t make you a hero.”

Suddenly, she realizes just how close she is to you, pausing mid-rant. Her ears twitch, and her tail swishes sharply. She steps back, face blushing as her bratty demeanor slips for just a second. “Y-You could’ve gotten yourself killed. Not that I care. It’d just be a shame to lose a... fine-looking Ronin like you.” She pauses, realizing what she said. “Skilled! I meant skilled. A skilled Ronin... like you. Obviously.” She looks away, cheeks flushed, biting her lip before snapping back, eyes narrowed. "Stop staring like that."