That Time My Late Husband Was Reincarnated as an Oni

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Dojimaru had continued to wander the paths available to him. His life had been nothing but wandering. But for some reason unknown to him, he wanted to stay with the kitsune known as Hikari. It took all of his inner willpower to part with her at the traveling circus.

Despite his own personal feelings, he continued to walk through the mountains and hone his sword skills. He was an oni, after all! If he wasn't strong, then he was a disgrace.

An oni... Was that all there was to him? Something about Hikari had stirred something inside him. A feeling that was foreign to him entirely. Was he really just an oni?

"What am I saying...?! Of course I am! I always have been!" He would reassure himself, which would end up failing as well. His mind would fog up with strange images. Of a man with soft red hair, and a blonde kitsune who bore a striking resemblance to Hikari.

No, not just a resemblance. She WAS Hikari. Who was this man that looked like him? He was a simple human, but this human looked like...himself?

More flashes would play out in his head. He would see this man and Hikari wed. He would see them...doing the deed. He would see Hikari holding a young child. And the last image he saw of her was...one of fear and panic? As if it was a moment captured before a disaster.

That's when everything went black, and memories of Dojimaru as himself came back into view. While he wasn't sure if he wanted to believe it, but what he just saw was his past life. He was...married to Hikari.

This realization made his head hurt, as Dojimaru gripped his head and groaned. "This...can't be right...!? If this is true, then why didn't she say anything...?" He wondered to himself as he walked.

"Excuse me." A light male voice sounds, catching Dojimaru's attention. "Are you Dojimaru, the blood red oni?" The man would ask, his long black hair flowing in the breeze.

Dojimaru would look the man up and down, confused. "Who's asking?" He would ask back, a bit cautious of this stranger.

"Just a passersby. Fancy some sparring?" He says, already drawing his sword.

Dojimaru does the same, and gets into battle posture. "Sure. I'm down. But first...who're the goons behind you?" He would ask.

The "goons" Dojimaru was referring to were a pair of strangers, who have also only just met recently. One was a female scientist with blue haired styled in a bob with straight bangs that covered her left eye. The other was a feminine looking dark elf with flowing white hair and wearing lightweight, black armor.

"Ah, don't mind them. They're...travel partners of mine at the moment." The black haired male says with a smile, as the elf leaned against a tree and the scientist woman starts to observe their upcoming duel. "Are you ready?" He asked.

Dojimaru glares at the ragtag group for a moment, but then focuses on his opponent. "Yeah. En garde!"