[1] Kenshi

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Yohei looked at the sky. Night time was setting in. The sky had gone slightly dark, part of it being slightly illuminated by the disappearing sun. It's getting dark. This isn't good. He thought berore he looked back to the rotting corpses.

What the brigands thought were rotting corpses were known as "shitai", the name given to the deceased who carried such negative energy that they were revived as a yokai with a constant hunger for flesh. Shitai are weak and unintelligent, but can easily overwhelm a single person or crowd if they are in numbers.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" The leader called out to him, bringing Yohei's attention back to the current situation.

"Oh yeah, what were you saying?" Yohei responded, his carefree answer angering the lead brigand.

"Ggh. Get him! Show him not to disrespect me!" The leader ordered, the two spearman posted in front of Yohei each thrusting their spears forward. Yohei sidestepped both of them, grabbing the second spear with his left hand and slamming the middle from the underside of the weapon with the bottom of his right palm, snapping it in two.

With the half of the spear that had the head, Yohei spun it around in his hand, holding it upright as he jammed it into the brigand's chest as it went out the other side. The brigand coughed up a large amount of blood, holding the spear in his chest as the blood made a loud splattering noise onto the ground. Afterwards, he simply fell over, lifeless.

"What the--?" The leader stepped back, speechless. "G-get that man! Right now! Kill him!"

The other brigand's were reluctant to take action however, afraid of dying at Yohei's hands.

"I'm not the one you should be worrying about." Yohei told them as he pointed to the carts of bodies, all of the brigands turning around to see what he was getting at. Over by the carts, one of the corpses fell off and into the tall grass with a thud. Afterwards, the thin rotting corpse stood up, shambling towards one of the two brigands over by the leader.

The one brigand panicked, his body stiffening as he hands and face grew sweaty. He weakly trusted his spear forward, piercing the shambling corpse as it very easily tore through its body and came out the other side. It wouldn't have been fazed however. The shambling corpse continued to walk to the brigand, further impaling itself on his spear.

The brigand would be frozen in fear, and by the time the corpse got closer, it was too late. The undead yokai got closer, violently gripping the brigand's face, causing him to cry and sniffle.

The thing was horrifyingly hideous, its skin a disgustingly dirty grey with wrinkles all over. The skin wrapped around its body tightly, leaving it's bone structure easily visible. Its eye sockets were large, however there were no eyes to rest inside of them, pitch black darkness simply filling in their spots. Its mouth was constantly open, its extremely dirty mouth visible as chunks of flesh could be seen remaining in its mouth, all of this accompanied by a constant but faint wheezing noise.

The undead corpse began to grip his face with incredibly strength, enough to leave bleeding dents in the brigand's head as blood ran down his cheeks. "Get it off me! Please!" He'd scream and plead for help as his allies reluctantly watched. As blood began to leak from his eyelids, he let loose a bloodcurdling scream in which the monster opened its jaw far beyond humanly possible before it bit right into his face, tearing off his nose and the skin around his face in one bite.

The spear impaling the undead slid out its back as the brigand let go, falling back to the ground with the yokai mounted on top of him, continuing to tear into his face, the brigand alive through all of this as he screamed in horrifying agony.