Then Rin replied, standing tall in the snow, his small fra radiating power as he said simply,
"Well, I’m Kiyoshi Rin, just a re human living in Japan."
His voice was calm, his blue eyes steady as he brushed snow from his coat, the cold wind tousling his blue hair.
Then he started using his magic blasts toward her, shooting heavy blasts of azure energy that lit up the snowy forest like lightning.
The blasts roared through the air, exploding against trees and ground as Baba Yaga started running as fast as possible, her ragged robes flapping wildly.
But he was still on her, the blasts chasing her through the trees, each hit sending shockwaves of energy that scorched the snow and shattered branches.
She attained so much damage from each blast thrown at her — her body jerking with every impact, blood spraying across the white ground as she stumbled and ran, her illusions breaking apart as the boy’s power overwheld her.
The forest shook with the force of the magic, trees toppling and snow exploding in clouds as the witch barely escaped, suffering too many life-threatening injuries as she vanished into the frozen wilderness, her cackling laughter turning into pained gasps as she fled for her life.
The mory faded as Baba Yaga leaned back in her chair at the ancient table, her laughter echoing again through the chamber, the other monsters shifting in their seats as they absorbed the tale of the young boy who had dared to challenge one of the most feared witches in the world.
The ancient castle room felt smaller under the weight of the story, the torch flas flickering as if reacting to the na Kiyoshi Rin, the high-ranking monsters exchanging glances filled with a mix of respect and unease.
The eting continued, the na hanging over them like a storm cloud, the obsidian floor reflecting their dark forms as they planned their next moves in the shadows.
Then the Boogeyman shared his experience he had with Kiyoshi Rin.
The stitched, towering figure leaned forward in his chair at the ancient black marble table, his massive, patchwork body creaking as the black threads holding his flesh together pulled tight.
His glowing red eyes swept across the gathered high-ranking monsters, the torchlight from the iron braziers casting flickering shadows across his scarred, stitched face and naked, muscular torso.
The room itself seed to lean in, the high ceiling disappearing into darkness, the faded tapestries on the walls stirring as if the depicted fallen gods were listening.
The air was thick with sulfur, old blood, and the musty scent of ancient stone, the obsidian floor reflecting the monsters’ dark forms like a mirror of nightmares.
The Boogeyman’s presence was oppressive, fear itself seeming to cling to his stitched skin like a second layer, making the other attendees shift uncomfortably in their seats as he began to speak in a low, raspy voice that echoed like gravel under boots.
"It happened when that boy was a little grown up," the Boogeyman started, his stitched lips pulling into a grotesque smile that showed jagged teeth.
"He had already t that demon Chris by then.
One day, I was in a particular area in Germany... a quiet, foggy town where the humans whispered about disappearances and murders in the night. I was the cause, of course — feeding on their fear, taking the weak ones when they wandered alone.
The reports spread quickly, humans locking their doors, parents warning their children about the Boogeyman in the dark.
I enjoyed it... the terror I spread was like sweet nectar."
The monsters around the table listened in silence, Baba Yaga’s amber eyes sparkling with interest, Jorogumo’s eight black eyes fixed on him, Bakuteriya’s sli form rippling with curiosity.
The Boogeyman continued, his massive hands resting on the table, stitches pulling as his muscles flexed.
"Then one night, Kiyoshi Rin left Japan.
He ca all the way to that foggy German town because of the rumors.
He loves to fight strong monsters, you see.
He wanted to know how strong I was, so he tracked down like a hunter following a scent.
The boy — arrived under the cover of darkness, his blue hair hidden under a hood, his eyes sharp and eager. He didn’t co with an army or allies.
He ca alone, seeking the thrill of battle."
The Boogeyman paused, his glowing red eyes gleaming as he relived the mory.
"I saw him first.
He was standing in the shadows of an abandoned alley, the fog thick around him.
I thought he was easy prey — a lone traveler, perhaps a tourist who had wandered too far.
I licked my lips, drooling at the thought of his fear, the sweet taste of a young man’s terror.
I approached casually, my tall, stitched body moving silently through the fog, my voice low and soothing as I said,
’Hey boy, you lost?’"
The room was silent, the other monsters leaning in, the torch flas flickering as if holding their breath.
The Boogeyman continued, his voice dropping to a raspy whisper.
"Rin saw and just stood there in silence, looking at with those calm blue eyes.
No fear, no panic — just quiet assessnt.
I smiled wider, my stitched face pulling tight as I said, ’Co with , I’ll take you to your parents, okay?’
I gave him an evil smile, my jagged teeth glinting as I gently grabbed his hand, trying to pull him into a dark corner where I could savor him slowly.
The boy’s hand was warm, his grip firm... and then I heard a sound.
A sharp crack, like bone breaking. I turned around, confused, and when I looked at my hand... my wrist was broken.
The bone snapped clean, the stitches tearing, dark blood oozing from the wound.
The pain was sharp, sudden, and I realized the boy had done it with a casual twist of his hand."
The Boogeyman’s glowing red eyes widened as he recounted the mont, his stitched body shifting in the chair, the black threads pulling tight across his muscular chest.
The other monsters murmured, Jorogumo’s spider legs clicking softly, Baba Yaga’s laughter low and amused. The Boogeyman continued, his voice growing more intense.
"That was when the real fight began.
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