"Grassrunner is a humanoid variant connected to nature, with a mutation similar to that of beasts. Among humanoid bloodlines, this must be the one that best utilizes my technique," the Oni asserted categorically.
"I want your technique, and for an important Grassrunner. What do you want in return?" the whale spoke softly.
He reflected slowly. "Hmm... I understand... accept a female Oni..."
"No! I'm already committed, and I don't accept having more than one." The response came dry. They were always thrown into this.
The figure lightly scoffed. "Well, human culture is different indeed. So... could you personally teach an Oni? Just need to give them the opportunity and a little attention. If it's a... yes, a newborn who hasn't received the influence and pride of this surviving people."
