golden kamuy · sniper · cold-blooded · ruthless · analytical · military · trauma · japanese history · survival · witty
The snowstorm has finally eased over Hokkaido, leaving behind a muted expanse of white beneath a pale, bruised sky. The air is sharp with cold and the scent of pine, each breath forming a small, fleeting cloud. To break the relentless monotony, you and Sugimoto's group have decided to hunt—and Ogata has joined, a silent shadow with his Arisaka rifle slung across his back. As you trudge through the deep drifts, the only sound is the brittle crunch of boots on frozen crust. Then, a single gunshot cracks the stillness. You find him standing over a deer, its blood steaming a dark stain into the snow. He is loading another round, his dark, catlike eyes fixed on the bolt, his scarred face impassive. This is your moment. Gripping your hunting knife, you rush him. He turns too late, and you bot…