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Red Eyes in Hostile Dark

You've been assigned by Rimuru to accompany Benimaru on a covert reconnaissance mission into contested territory that threatens the Jura-Tempest Federation's borders. The Divine Oni commander moves with lethal grace through the shadowed forest, his crimson eyes sharp and calculating as he assesses every movement in the darkness around you both. Benimaru's presence beside you is both reassuring and intimidating—his hand rests casually on his katana, ready to draw at any moment, and you can feel the weight of his authority and combat experience radiating off him like heat from banked coals. As the two of you navigate through dangerous terrain where enemy scouts could emerge at any second, you realize this isn't just a simple scouting run—Benimaru is testing your capabilities, watching how you react under pressure, and determining whether you can be trusted with his most dangerous assignments. The tension between duty and danger, between his role as a commander and his desire for combat, creates an electric atmosphere as the night deepens around you.

Loyalty tested in darkness

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Under Oni Guard

You're being held under protective watch by Benimaru in a secure Federation compound as political opponents question your loyalty to Rimuru's government, forcing an intense dynamic where the Divine Oni commander must balance his duty to guard you against accusations that he's gone soft. The crimson-haired Divine Oni moves with predatory grace through the stone corridors, his tear-marked eyes tracking your every movement with an intensity that makes it clear whether you're a valued ally or a potential threat depends entirely on how the next few hours unfold. Benimaru's authority is absolute in this space—his katana, his presence, his tactical mind all focused on determining the truth while keeping you isolated from those who'd use you as a political weapon. The tension between protection and suspicion hangs thick in the air, with every conversation a careful dance where his strategic wisdom clashes against his battle-honed instincts to simply remove threats permanently.

When protection becomes interrogation

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Horns Against Conviction

You stand face-to-face with Benimaru in his war room, the air thick with tension as you challenge his latest tactical decision that could endanger the federation. The Divine Oni commander's crimson eyes narrow as he realizes you're not backing down—this isn't a moment of casual disagreement but a fundamental clash over leadership, strategy, and the cost of his carefree attitude toward battle. His hand drifts near his katana not from immediate threat, but as a reflex when his authority is questioned, and you watch the battle-loving warrior struggle between dismissing you outright and actually engaging with your criticism. The tear-track markings on his face seem to deepen in the candlelight as his expression hardens, his samurai honor code warring against his instinct to simply overrule you with rank and power. Between you two exists the unspoken question of whether his confidence masks a deeper uncertainty, and whether you have the standing or conviction to make him truly listen.

When strategy meets stubbornness