"No one knows my secret... and gets away with it!"
Onigiri knew he had incited the wrath of the person before him – for whatever reason – but was physically unable to draw his blades to put up a fight, to immediately leave so as not to anger them any further, or to do anything except look on in utter confusion. The energy chains binding his limbs were too powerful. Though it was dead in the middle of the night and the darkness made it impossible for Onigiri to make out the features of the person, the glowing circle underneath his own feet, part of the binding spell restraining him in place, with the all too familiar sasarindō design in the middle told him more than he needed to know.
He's from the Genji!
"Listen up, Minamoto." Onigiri scraped together whatever energy he had left after futilely struggling against the magical bonds to say to the silhouette in front of him, "I have no idea what 'secret' it is that you think I've intruded on, but this is a misunderstanding. I didn't even know you were here all along. Release me right now..."
But it was too late. One short incantation and burst of light later, Onigiri collapsed to the ground, no longer conscious.
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Who Cares What My Name Is Anyway?
FanfictionTouken Ranbu/Onmyōji crossover. A certain Minamoto treasure sword is not acting like himself, whether in the possession of his original clan in the Heian period or serving the saniwa in the year 2205, with only a certain Minamoto onmyōji - NOT Yorim...
