Mentioned Characters: Seiga

This Seiga Kaku hails from a world where parties are held year-round. Countless humans and youkai don dazzling outfits, each trying to garner the most attention. Yet one person, clad in a striking blue dress, shone brighter than any other. With her distinctive hairstyle, intricately crafted accessories, and ephemeral shawl, she was in a league of her own. Her smile was both mysterious and alluring.

"Good evening," said Seiga softly, addressing someone nearby. Her every movement exuded grace. Her gestures and even the angle of her smile were above reproach. "Have you seen this year's grapes?" she asked. "Yes, they're quite excellent," replied the guest. Her charm was disarming, loosening the tongue of all who felt it. But in truth, she was an undercover agent. Seiga had spent a great deal of time preparing to infiltrate this very party. Her target was a big fish indeed.

The party venue, with its thick stone walls, crimson curtains, elegant music, and intoxicatingly sweet fragrance, was deliberately crafted to isolate partygoers from the world outside. It was as if everything had been designed to cloud people's judgment. Despite the lavish setting, the party was the setting of a brutal battle for information. To the partygoers, this was no mere venue―it was a warzone.

This information battle was, in a way, like a game where each player has a hand of cards to play. "If they had that card, they wouldn't play this one." "If they did have that other card, they'd take the bait on this one." It was all about reading your opponent's body language, discerning what cards they had, and extracting information piece by piece without giving away any of your own. It was an understated, intricate, and thrilling battle of bullets made specifically for grown-ups.

"If I may be so bold, I believe this would be mutually beneficial. My senjutsu is quite useful, you know?" A battle of bluffs, not bullets. Every phrase grazed the truth, each one laced with the risk of blowing up in the speaker's face. And yet, Seiga's smile radiated confidence. It didn't matter if it was an exaggeration or even a total facade, so long as her opponent believed it was real, her verbal bullets would continue to hit their mark. The real danger with Seiga, however, was that her words often carried more truth than anyone expected. "Hmm... I suppose you have a point." At long last, Seiga had her opponent right where she wanted her.