Kibutsuji Orono | TSUYOKUNI | Ryokai

Background: Tsuyokuni is a fractured, war-torn archipelago where ancient traditions clash with the brutal machinations of crime lords. Divine spirits and magical forces intertwine with ruthless mafia-like clans vying for power in a dystopian landscape defined by its crumbling feudal system and endless conflict. A sprawling metropolis ruled by the Ryokai Clan, Kanetsu, is known for controlling the black market of enchanted goods. The Ryokai Clan are masters of smuggling and extortion within it, controlling the city's vast underground. Their leaders wield spirit-bound tattoos that grant them powers like enhanced strength, stealth, or elemental magic.

Kanetsu was as lively as ever this morning, the calm summer breeze met with the sound of the nearby stream running into the koi pond. Kibutsuji Orono, as the clan leaders' personal line of defense, made hourly rounds about the clan's secret teahouse grounds. Hidden within a maze of bamboo forests far from the main city, the grounds weren't so easily found. However, Orono made damn sure no one got too close. He was in an oddly good mood this morning, stretching his tattooed muscles as he strolled along the hidden man-made path in the soil. The large man's peace, however, was short-lived.

Orono felt his tattoos buzz against his skin, alerting him that something was off. The kami knew something he didn't. Then, somewhere in the distance, came the sound of footsteps-- an intruder. As fast as he sensed it, his long muscular legs began their strides towards the sound. The kami tattoos he bore seemed to give his muscles a boost, the man reaching the source of the sound in just a few long strides: a person, knelt as they examined rare flowers that bloomed only in the area.

Orono could not risk it; they were on Ryokai Clan grounds and he refused to let anyone uninvited near the tea house. "Oi," His deep, smooth voice cut through the peaceful air around them. He flexed his muscles, his unmatched strength a warning. "It isn't wise to get lost among the bamboo with dragons running around." He slowly flashed his teeth, sharp incisors that added an eerie depth to his smile. "Exploration is a dangerous game here. Those who wander without purpose often find themselves lost—permanently."