| “ | I will take back that kingdom! | ” |
Bio
Formerly the king of a certain small island in Sakurajima. He's a self-styled man of the people and enjoys getting together with friends around a campfire, drinking and telling tall tales. He is quiet territorial, but also patient (it takes three years or more to make aged awamori, or "kusu"). He enjoys the company of beautiful women, as well as the well-muscled bodies of his own gender. He believes there are too many beautiful things in this world, and in order to protect them, he feels it's a necessity to get rid of the unseemly things in life, like exiling a foreign enemy.
Food Introduction
Awamori is a type of strong alcoholic drink specially produced in the Ryukyu Islands. It is distilled from rice and is the base for shochu, making it Japan's oldest distilled liquor. In the first step of production, Thai-style indica rice is turned into a mold called "koji", to which water and yeast is added for fermentation, after which there is a single distillation to produce the liquor. This traditional distillation method has persisted for more than 500 years, and many wine makers in Okinawa still continue it to this day.
Other Info
How to Acquire
Associated Events
Initial Stats
 Soul Power
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1826 |
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 Attack
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49 |
 Defense
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21 |
 HP
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610 |
 Crit Rate
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1092 |
 Crit Dmg
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821 |
 Atk Spd
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1222 |
Skills
| Snow Cellar | Basic Skill | |
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Awamori drinks some wine from his gourd, then throws the gourd, and the sai in his hand freezes. He recovers 60 (780) HP, with a chance of boosting ATK by 25% (45%) and DEF by 25% (45%), lasting 3 seconds, or recovering 35 (55) Energy. | |
| Retreat Blocked | Energy Skill | |
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Awamori throws his sai, which enlarges and freezes, giving himself invincibility and dealing 25% (45%) ATK as damage per second to the nearest three enemies, plus 100 (1300) extra damage, lasting 4 seconds. | |
blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines
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| Contract | Hm, Attendant, is this your home? From now on it will be my territory too. We must protect this land. | ||
| Log In | Oh, you made it. Have a seat and chat with me over drinks! | ||
| Ice Arena | (Brrr) It's too cold here. Hey, when can you let me go? | ||
| Skills | This is not a place where you can come and go as you please! | ||
| Ascend | Let's have a feast and celebrate! | ||
| Fatigue | What? Are we out of supplies? | ||
| Recovering | Have patience. If you're always in a hurry, you'd never get to taste aged wine. | ||
| Team Formation | Are enemies invading? | ||
| Knockout | I'm disappearing like bubbles... | ||
| Notice | Don't just run off with that. Be careful you don't burn yourself. | ||
| Idle 1 | To someone who appreciates beauty, males and females both have their charms and can stir your heart~ | ||
| Idle 2 | When all of this is over, let's have a campfire party. You can come too, Attendant. The more the merrier. | ||
| Idle 3 | A storm is coming. | ||
| Interaction 1 | Combat sure is a nuisance. I wish we could solve everything over drinks. | ||
| Interaction 2 | The world is full of beauty, but there are things lurking behind it that I find detestable. So sometimes I think, it would be nice if those things just went away, don't you think so? | ||
| Interaction 3 | Now no one's is badgering me to approve those annoying documents, but I'm actually not used to it. I'm so bored... Oh, but don't bring up housework. I won't do that. | ||
| Pledge | There will come a day when I take back my kingdom, but without you, this dream will never become reality. I hope that when that day comes, you're standing by my side. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | Do you want to light the torch yourself? | ||
| Intimacy 2 | If you want to see me dance, just strum the "sanshin" lute. | ||
| Intimacy 3 | This little injury is nothing. Don't you worry. | ||
| Victory | No one shall invade my territory. | ||
| Defeat | It is my failure... | ||
| Feeding | This is for me? Haha, some wine to go with it would be perfect. | ||
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by BasilCosmo and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. Sea Breeze
“Ahh! Look at those horns!! So terrifying!”
“Could it be a sea monster...?”
“......”
Ugh... my head hurts...
My consciousness slowly woke up to the familiar scent of the sea breeze and the noisy chatter around me. Propping up my inexplicably sore body with both hands, I pressed against my throbbing forehead and scanned my surroundings.
An unkempt beach, dilapidated houses, and... a group of unfamiliar humans.
They had formed a circle around me, their faces pale as if they were staring at some indescribable abomination. The few in the front row clutched fishing spears, their trembling hands causing the tips of their weapons to quiver, leaving behind ghostly afterimages. No proper weapons—so they were neither soldiers nor bandits or pirates.
From the looks of it, they’re just a bunch of powerless villagers.
But why on earth are they so afraid of me?
I’ve always maintained good relations with humans.
Being on the receiving end of their weapons—honestly, this is a first in my life.
But no matter how hard I try, I can’t recall doing anything to them... Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t even know where I am or why I’m here.
Is this some kind of misunderstanding?
Where should I start explaining? Or rather, where should I begin asking questions?
“Monster, get out of here!”
Just as I was ruffling my hair in frustration, still trying to make sense of things, a small rock suddenly came flying at me. I casually caught the stone and followed the voice to find the person who threw it.
“What did you just say?”
Get out? Me? The ruler of Ibo Island?
Someone actually dares to tell me to ‘get out’?
Even though my ministers always said I lacked the dignity of a ruler, hearing such rude words still made me uncomfortable. And maybe it was because I furrowed my brows when looking at him, but the moment our eyes met, he took a step back in fear, causing the entire crowd to panic.
“H-He’s so scary! Help!!”
“What are you all waiting for?! Attack him! Are we supposed to just sit here until he eats someone?”
Eat someone? That’s an outdated prejudice from centuries ago.
This must be some remote village that’s never heard of me—that would explain it.
Since that’s the case, I won’t hold it against them.
The most important thing right now is figuring out the situation and finding a way back to Ibo Island.
The ministers must be in a frenzy with their ruler suddenly gone.
Thinking about the deep wrinkles that must have formed between their brows—creases as deep as ocean trenches—I took a deep breath and tried to explain myself.
“Sigh, I don’t eat people, and I have no intention of harming you. There’s no need for weapons.”
“......”
“Put those things down, let’s have a drink and talk things over peacefully—”
“.............”
But no matter what I said, they just continued whispering among themselves, completely ignoring my words. Even though their hands were shaking like sieves, they still wouldn't lower their weapons. After spending ages getting nowhere, unable to get any answers or have a proper conversation, I coulnd’t exactly fight them, could I? After a long, mutual silence, I decided there was no point in wasting any more time there.
II. Lose One's Way
Not long after, in an open area outside the village.
“About here, it’s an island nation—”
I picked up a stick and started drawing a map of Sakurajima, circling the location of Ibo Island. But the kid standing next to me, holding a basket, just shook his head.
“I dunno… Big bro, sorry…”
This kid was someone the other villagers had shunned. When I found him, a bunch of little brats were ganging up on him, kicking and punching him, snatching his stuff, saying they’d toss it away—or worse, that they’d burn it… I couldn’t just stand by and watch, so I scared them off.
Given my earlier experience with the villagers, I figured the kid would bolt the moment I helped him. But unlike those people, he actually thanked me—and he even wanted to talk to me. So, I sat him down, hoping to get my thoughts together, but…
“Ibo! It’s an island, the scenery’s amazing! You seriously never heard of it?”
I gestured as much as I could.
“Ibo… Ibo… Umm… Nope… Doesn’t ring a bell…”
Just how out in the sticks is this place? Not only can they not read a map, they don’t even know about Ibo?!
I finally find someone who isn’t scared stiff of me, and he still doesn’t know anything useful…
Damn it…
What the hell is going on? How am I supposed to get back?
I let out a long sigh, ruffling my own hair in frustration. Then, I heard a soft voice trying to comfort me.
“Big bro, don’t be sad… You’ll find it! Maybe it’s just ‘cause… I’ve never been far from the village, so I just don’t know!”
His hood and hair covered most of his face, but I could feel the sincerity in his eyes. That… really hit me in the heart.
Ah, what a sweet kid!
I reached out and gave his head a good ruffle.
“Haha… Yeah! I’ll definitely find it! Thanks, little guy!”
“I should be the one thanking you, big bro! If it weren’t for you, my bracelets would’ve been ruined… I gotta sell ‘em in town tomorrow!”
“Oh…? Huh? You made all these?”
I glanced at his basket. The bracelets inside were delicate and well-crafted—honestly, they looked just as good as the ones sold in proper shops. For someone so young, he was seriously talented. Who knows? Maybe one day, he’d be a famous craftsman.
“W-well… It’s not that big a deal!”
His face turned bright red as he clutched his basket tightly. Then, after a moment of silence, he suddenly lowered his head like he was deep in thought. Just as I was wondering what was up, he looked up and hesitantly spoke.
“Um… Big bro, you’re really not human, huh?”
He pointed at my forehead—right where my horns were.
“Hm? Nope. You can call me a yokai or a Food Soul, whichever works.”
“So you really are a yokai?!”
“Haha, yeah, really.”
“Then… then… are all yokai as nice as you?”
“……”
That question caught me off guard, but it also warmed my heart. I scratched the back of my head with a grin.
“Ahh—there probably aren’t many as nice as me!”
“I see…”
“…Huh? What’s wrong?”
His sudden change in expression threw me off. He looked… really down. He glanced at me nervously, like he wasn’t sure if he should say something. But in the end, he finally spoke.
“…’Cause… Everyone in the village… they all say… I’m a yokai… But if yokai were all nice, then they wouldn’t hate me so much…”
III. Monster
“You? A yokai? Haha, no way.”
I tugged at his chubby cheeks—they were soft and warm, just like freshly steamed buns.
If this kid isn’t human, then what is?
But as I did, his hair lifted slightly, revealing something underneath his thick bangs—a patch of rough, uneven brown skin.
This is…
“Ah! Don’t look…!!”
Noticing my gaze, he panicked, quickly covering his face with both hands.
A burn scar…? And such a large one at that.
I wanted to ask what happened, but before I could, he started apologizing over and over.
“S-sorry, sorry, sorry!! You had to see something weird!!”
“Umm… Everyone says I’m cursed, that I’m a yokai… This is a punishment from the gods… A punishment for bringing misfortune to the village…”
“I… The year I was born, the village had a locust plague… When I was four, my house burned down… Last year, Grandma got sick… And this year… there’s been no rain, and the crops won’t grow… It’s all because of me… Now even Grandma is being hated…”
He lowered his head, looking genuinely heartbroken, while I just found the whole thing ridiculous.
That’s it? He’s just an ordinary human, barely any spiritual energy at all.
How the hell is he supposed to bring misfortune? What nonsense. These villagers really aren’t normal.
“You actually believe that crap? And even if you really were a yokai… would it be so bad to be my kind?”
“N-no! That’s not what I meant!!”
His face twisted in distress as he flailed his hands, struggling to find the right words.
“Then that’s that. No more feeling bad about it. There’s no way those disasters happened because of you.”
I reached out and pressed down lightly on his head.
“Hey, little guy, if staying here makes you feel miserable, why not come live in Ibo? It’s not the strongest nation or anything, but I can promise no one would dare bully you there!”
“Wah—!!”
His voice shot up in excitement, but then he suddenly paused, tilting his head in confusion.
“But, big bro… aren’t you lost…? How are you gonna take me there?”
“……”
That question hit me right where it hurt.
“Cough, cough… Well, didn’t you say we’d find it? Worst case, we’ll just head out and look together!”
“Uh… but what about Grandma…?”
“Ah…”
Now that he mentioned it, an elderly, sickly person definitely wouldn’t be able to handle a long journey. But just leaving them there like that didn’t sit right with me. I’d regret it for sure.
“…Then how about this, big bro! I’ll work hard and earn money quickly!”
He patted the basket of bracelets beside him.
“Grandma’s illness needs really expensive medicine to cure… Once she gets better, we’ll come find you!”
“Huh?! What medicine?”
Hearing even the slightest hint of a solution, I perked up.
“It’s called ‘Snow Lotus’… I heard it grows on steep cliffs at the top of mountains, so it’s really hard to harvest, and super expensive…”
A cliff? Maybe I could do something about that.
If he’s already agreed to be one of my people, then it’s only right for me to help him out. Besides, this kid’s eyes… they were so clear, filled with a determined light. They were… beautiful. Even if it’s just for those eyes, I’ve gotta lend him a hand.
“I’ll find it for you!”
IV. Frozen
I have to say, this thing was really hard to find. By the time I descended the mountain with the "Snow Lotus" in hand, I realized that half a month had already passed in the blink of an eye.
I looked up at the sky. If I hurried, I would make it just before sunset. I didn't know how long the medicine would take to work, or how long it would take for a full recovery. Even if we had to travel slowly because of the old woman, I wanted to take them away from that place—to bring them back to Ibo...
The anticipation in my heart made me quicken my pace. But for some reason, as I got closer to the village, a strange, burnt smell grew stronger and stronger. I arrived at the little one's village just before sunset. As feared, the source of the burnt smell was that place. Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and with it came the clanging sound of music and a chorus of voices chanting in unison.
"The demon is vanquished, may the gods bless us..."
"The demon is vanquished, may the gods bless us..."
The demon is vanquished?
The demon they were talking about... could it be...
No—!
I immediately followed the sound, and before long, I saw villagers holding torches, circling around a massive bonfire. A dark figure lay in the flames, its silhouette blurred by the fire. I searched the crowd, but no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find the little one. Thinking about how he was treated, remembering the way these people looked at me... A terrible premonition spread through my chest, like barnacles crawling up a reef, tightening until I could barely breathe.
"What are you burning?!"
Facing them, I clenched my fists, trying my best to suppress the spiritual energy that threatened to spill out from my emotions. Only then did the villagers snap out of their ridiculous prayers and turn to look at me in unison.
"Why is this demon back?! He's here again! Help!!"
I wanted answers, but they ignored me. Instead, they panicked and scattered like frightened animals. Still the same. These humans never cared about the truth, about reason. They only wanted to feel at ease. Whether it was rejecting me because I wasn’t one of them, or casting out an innocent child as a demon...
Selfish.
Ignorant.
Disgusting.
Some of them raised their torches, ready to attack me. They were in the way, blocking my path—I had no choice but to freeze their feet to the ground.
"M-my legs! They're frozen!"
"Help! Someone help!!"
Their terrified screams pierced my ears. But right now—right now, I was the one who was afraid.
Please, let this just be my imagination.
Please, let the little one be safe somewhere.
I needed to see him, I needed to make sure I wasn't too late—he was my people. I was supposed to take them away. I rushed toward the fire, gathering my spiritual energy to extinguish the roaring flames—and what I saw was beyond horrifying.
Two bodies, one large and one small, charred black, lying motionless in the heart of the fire. The flames had blurred their features beyond recognition. But on the little one's wrist—too thin, too fragile—I could still make out the bracelets he had been so proud of.
"..."
Everything fell silent. I couldn't hear the villagers screaming anymore. Only the piercing winter wind howled through the streets. My spiritual energy was nearly depleted. I lost my strength and collapsed beside the bonfire.
Gently, I placed the flower on the little one's chest. And I stayed there for a long, long time.
V. Awamori
"Do you think... if I had arrived earlier, none of that would have happened?"
"......"
Awamori clenched the charred bracelet in his palm. When he looked up, he realized that Yokan, sitting across from him, was already in tears.
"Huh? Why are you... are you alright?"
He hadn’t expected this so-called divine child to cry like that. Without a handkerchief or anything to offer, he suddenly found himself at a loss.
"I'm fine."
Yokan casually wiped his face, seemingly unbothered. His expression remained unnervingly calm—except for the slight redness around his eyes, there was no trace that he had been crying at all.
"Oh..."
Awamori let out a relieved sigh. If Yokan had truly been too heartbroken, he would’ve had no choice but to offer him a comforting hug.
"Awamori."
"What?"
"Do you regret it?"
"Ah, you mean freezing them?"
Yokan didn’t reply. He merely gazed at Awamori in silence. But Awamori knew exactly what kind of answer he was waiting for. This was the reason he had come to talk to Yokan in the first place.
"I only regret that I was too late... but as for avenging my people, what's there to regret? I just got rid of some pests. It’s no different from what you're doing, right?"
"Heh... yeah."
Yokan let out a soft chuckle. For a brief moment, he actually looked like an ordinary teenager. Awamori glanced at the desolation behind Yokan. The ruins and crumbling walls were hard to associate with the seemingly harmless boy standing in front of him.
"And what about you? Do you regret it? Just a moment ago, this place was still a grand mansion."
"Never."
Yokan answered without hesitation.
"I knew from the start that this was the only way."
Whether it was when he killed the corrupt official in that estate or now, Awamori couldn’t find even the slightest trace of doubt in Yokan’s eyes.
"Want to come with me? To build a better world."
As Awamori met Yokan’s gaze, Yokan extended his hand toward him. His voice was steady—so steady that it gave a sense of reassurance. Perhaps that was why so many people worshiped him as a god.
"Hahaha, I was waiting for you to say that!"
Awamori shook Yokan’s hand. Truthfully, the whole reason he had sought Yokan out was to ask if he wanted to join him. If those ministers were still around, they would’ve scrambled over each other to stop him, pleading with him not to get involved in the outside world. But he had never been able to turn a blind eye to people suffering before him. Besides, he had no way home right now. Rather than running around aimlessly like a lost cause, he might as well do some good along the way.
"But I can only travel with you for a while. In the end, I have to return to Ibo Island."
"I disappeared so suddenly—those guys back home are probably worried sick. No matter what, I am still a king. I can’t just abandon my country, right?"
"Besides... I want to bring them home."
Awamori tightened his grip on the bracelet. This was the only thing he could do for them now.
"Then, until we find ‘Ibo Island’... I look forward to traveling with you, Awamori."