A shadow that flits at the edge of your vision, lingering just a moment too long. A curl of smoke, a dash of spices that linger in the wind that carry wistful memories of places you’ve never been.
They say these serve as a beacon for those who wander, those who were scattered by the Onimakase maelstrom. The longer they hide in this realm, the more their shadows fade, and the less they remember about the home they came from, and the fellow Oni-ions they vowed to protect.
But it’s the small things that can trigger the most powerful memories. The quiet things. An aroma that bridges worlds, a flavor that reminds them of home. Subtle things that only another Oni-ion would recognize. Powerful things only an Onibro would know of.
The worker who makes your portion a little bigger because "you look like you've had a long day.”
The stranger who jumps your car and leaves with nothing but a knowing smile.
The baker at a crossroads who doubles your order at close because "these would go to waste anyway.”
Small moments. Quiet moments. The kind that leaves you wondering if they even existed, or were just shadows of memories.
And sometimes, if you look closely, you can see the telltale little red Oni-ion plush hanging by their side - named for the Usurpers' mocking Oni Minion," a reclaimed title for all Oni; a reminder of the world they fought for-- a reminder of those they sacrificed for. And some of them? Some of them become Shadow. A beacon for those who wander, and a defiance against the Usurpers hunting them in this mortal realm.
For the Oni-ions of the Onibro Division who become Shadow, it's not enough to just survive.
They fight for the hope of returning to the Oni-ions across the Onimakase Maelstrom. They create flavors that keep the memories strong. And they fight, every day, with blade and fist and food alike, to bring the lost Onibros together, to find a way to return. These recipes, passed down through scattered ranks and shared in quiet moments, are more than just instructions.
Some say you can taste it-- the moment when a flavor becomes something more than the sum of its parts; when it carries the weight of memory, of home, of hope. Something shared, rather than made, something remembered collectively amongst the Onibro lost in this realm.
Perhaps that’s you. Perhaps you’ve forgotten the home that once was, and the flavors from before. Perhaps you’ve tasted something you swear you’ve never tasted before, and felt that strange spark of nostalgia, and wondered for a moment why.
Come, wanderer. For anyone can be an Oni-ion. Anyone can be an Onibro. And anyone can be a beacon for others, and become Shadow.
The flavors and the recipes are below, yours to try for free; the same flavors that will be bottled for those who want it. Perhaps we haven’t remembered the flavors the way we should. Perhaps when you taste them, you’ll remember more, alongside the rest of the Oni-ions.
And for those of you who wish to become Shadow...
The 3D print files for the mask are available for free below, or we can make it for those who want to stand as a beacon for those who wander.
Because, you see, there has never been only one Shadow. In this world of hidden truths and secrets... everyone has a Shadow.
The question is: have you found yours?