So I don't speak Japanese either, (I did a two-year course though ^_^ ). I might've gone a bit more abstract with the theme but I couldn't resist going with a samurai-styled skin. Thought I'd still go a bit zany with my interpretation and throw a little Witcher in there. OH, OH, OH, he wears wolf head. It's cool, keeps him warm.

This is all a fictitious interpretation of some mythology and lore, enjoy (or don't)

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When dealing with the arcane and supernatural, you'd be a damn fool to fight monsters alone. So call a Yokai Slayer.

An incomplete account of a Yokai Slayer exists in Yoshikuni Shohei's journal...

Perhaps the only time I encountered a Yokai Slayer, was on my annual pilgrimage to the South. A horrendous blizzard had gripped the land, and I sought refuge in sleepy village tucked away in the recesses of the Great Mountain. During my stay, I heard murmurs of a string of unusual deaths throughout the village. Numerous accounts of victims having frozen to death. Most unusual about these victims, was the unholy air about them that hung to their clothes and their paled faces. These were no ordinary deaths for sure - these were deliberate killings, rather than accidents. Each victim lacked warm clothing typically worn outside on cold winter nights. It was as though they were abducted from their homes.

"Enough! Summon the hunter!"
"Goro, the deer hunter?"
"Iie, not the village fool. We summon the Yokai Slayer!"

I'm told that the crowd gasped at the mere suggestion of the Yokai Slayer.

The following morning, an armoured fellow approached atop a chestnut steed. He bore plate armour with obvious signs of wear. Furthermore, a wolf's head sat upon his crown white against the Slayer's shadowy figure. Shrouded in mystery, a maroon mempo masked his face, concealing the identity of the man before us. The Yokai Hunter had heard his summons.


Having dismounted his horse, the Hunter approached the gathering crowd of intrigued villagers. Goro, the village fool made his approach, having not made any successful kills of deer since assuming the occupation of deer hunting. His breath smelt of sake, his beard untrimmed and his clothes shamelessly exposed his navel. He lurched forward toward the Slayer, losing his footing a record seventeen times upon his approach. Dried blood hung from his jaw and lingered beneath his nose - it seemed Goro had been brawling again. Violent grunting and burping, it was no surprise Goro couldn't hunt deer.


"Ssssoooommmeee Yokai Ssslayer you are!"


Goro lunged forward to strike at the Yokai Slayer. Calmly stepping aside, the Slayer shot out a foot to trip over the drunkard.


"Gomenasai sensei," bowed Daichi the Impressive, a village elder gone beet red with embarrassment.

"My concern is with your Yokai, Yuki-Onna," growled the Yokai Slayer, reciprocating Daichi's bow.


"I need an old deer and a young deer."

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Two nights the village waited, as the Yokai Slayer sat in a circle of deer blood at the centre of town. The murders had seemingly ceased by the second night, but the Yokai Slayer continued his silent meditation, having not been satisfied with the disappearance of Yuki-Onna.

The third night was particularly eventful.

I had snuck out, braving the cold. As I neared the ring of geese blood, a commotion broke out - the Yokai Slayer had risen from his meditation, brandishing a blade to meet his attacker. There came a grunt, a cry, a loud thud as a body crumpled to the ground.

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Unfortunately for us, the record ends here. However, a more complete copy of Shohei's journal has been uncovered, perhaps the account of the Yokai Slayer may be completed in the near future.


This is not a potato.