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It had been a long time since Midori had been to a village. Until just recently for the past few years, she had been hiding out in the forests within the inner island, slowly making her way down towards the central part of the country. To say she was scared was an understatement. Midori had fled into the forest two years prior because she was hearing conversations, and whispers of people wanting to find other people who seemed to be a little more than ordinary. If the Shogun was looking for her, it could very well spell out her doom if he called in his army.

Midori was abandoned in an orphanage in Hokkaido. She wasn’t sure why, but figured it had to do something with her powers. The first time Midori remembered using her voice to kill an Oni was when she first saw one, and screamed at age 12. Perhaps they knew. Perhaps she screamed as a child and did something. She didn’t speak for the first nine years because of all the voices, which also didn’t help by being made fun of from the kids, and the adults to wonder what was the matter. If they only knew.

The Orphanage was a strange place, and she knew she didn’t fit in. she was often traded among the orphanages for the lack of interest in her, perhaps to boost her luck in finding foster parents. It didn’t work however, but when she landed at an orphanage at the age of 13, she caught the eye of the owner. They were to call him ‘Otoo-san’. It was never a good thing when Otoo-san came to visit. It wasn’t long before Midori fled into the forest, making shelter in caves or under man made tarps. She hunted for her food, and at times stole from those who traveled through the forests at night when they slept.

Anytime more whispers came while she was in the forest, Midori would make her way south, unconsciously to the Capital, believing she was running from the voices. The closer she got, the more the whispers brought. Great battles long ago of special individuals, with powers battling evil Oni. Somehow, these individuals were reborn, and were needed once again. There was an odd desire to help, a strong magnetic like pull, and of curiosity once it became clearer as to why they were looking for people like this. There was an odd sense of familiarity to one voice. How was that even possible, when she had never heard it before until it began speaking of special individuals. Softly at first, but over time it became much louder and demanding. Seimei.. Midori thought. She didn’t know what it meant. If it was the name of the person who screamed in her ears, or if it held a special meaning. She had never heard the name before, but when the voice got louder, it was the word that came to mind.

Midori only became more afraid, and it made her doubt the voices when for the past few weeks, she has been feeling like someones eyes were trying to find her during the night and pinpoint her location, but she could not see them. Because of this, she avoided sleeping at night and took small naps throughout the day, and uttered low tones in all directions to stun so she could flee, fearing it was an Oni. Back and forth they would go. Persistent the two of them. It wasn’t often she had silence in her ears. It took great concentration to drown them out. But with the eyes that seemed to try and find her, she continuously kept up her barrier, straining herself to the limits.