With the fifth ringing of the gong, the sects turned their heads towards their newest arrival.
These individuals were... highly irregular to say the very least.
They seemed to have no discipline. Nor did they arrive in uniform.
The sect members were all an overtly cheerful bunch, as they laughed and jostled each other all the way to their seats.
They wore orange tunics, some having them open, others tied closed. It didn't really seem to matter.
At the head of the group, there was an oni with a surprisingly underdeveloped body.
He was perhaps the only one in the world without a perfect six-pack chiseled into his abdomen. There seemed to be the beginnings of some, but perhaps he was just too lazy to actually do the work to get them out.
Still though, he was far from fat, or unattractive.
His bronze colored skin seemed to really glitter underneath the light of the early morning sun.
