human
Ram:  She remembered being enveloped in a bright, red blaze that consumed everything. The tranquil, stagnant, days of degeneration suddenly came to an end. Pitted against that violence, the title of the strongest demi-human race, the role of the most feared village chief, and the universal affection of a parent protecting their children—it all became meaningless.
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Ram:  To make a short story of it, peace and tranquility had rotted the clan’s spirit. The Oni were once considered the strongest race of demi-humans, and it was widely acknowledged that, had they participated in the demi-human war, things might have gone very differently for the Kingdom of Lugunica. Then again, even if that had happened, the Oni would surely not have achieved any great success. In the first surprise attack, half the village fell, and in the second attack, half again were defeated. By that point, the battle was over.
human
Elder:  "Ram! Escape the encirclement! So long as you live!" The elder’s two enormous horns grew longer as the muscles all over his body swelled. Then he flew out of the house, carrying the longsword that was his weapon as Ram tore into the common soldiers with her wind.
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Ram:  The elder told Ram to live, not out of concern for her. But because he was the one who believed most earnestly of all that Ram carried the hope of a bright future for the Oni tribe. The second coming of the Oni god, the glory of the Oni who left a mark on history in the era of the Witch. That was the heartfelt plea of the last elder of the Oni, who had forgotten how to fight.
human
Ram:  She would have liked to laugh it off. It was absurd. "The glory of the Oni…how pointless." The fact that the purest Oni blood flowed through her veins was repulsive. It was true that if Ram had grown healthily, she might have been able to answer the elder’s prayers. However, that was not what Ram wanted. She cared little for a future where she played God in such a small, little world. What she wanted was a future worth far more than being worshipped as the second coming of the Oni god and living her life as a symbol of the tribe’s long past glory. —Living as ■■■’s ■■■■■■. Focusing on her forehead, she drew the blazing mana in her white horn and channeled it throughout her body. Once her small body was enveloped by wind, Ram ran through the village like a gale.
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Ram:  "■■■." The ■■■■ of the one person she adored more than anything was on her lips and filled her mind. It wasn’t because she was heartless. Her focus had simply changed. Ram’s parents had been lost in the first attack and were already beyond saving. She hadn’t hated her parents.