Aku’s strong jaw and sinewy build were enough to tell that he was a warrior, yet the scars on his bare chest beautified his glory. He held his rosewood bow tight in his huge hand as he glared right through the shanty window; with eyes so fierce that it would’ve made even the gods blink. Inside the shanty was hung by a rope, a dangling knife, its blade was dripping wet with fresh blood; it was the knife of the blood demon Dai Tuag. No one went close to the shanty where the knife hung, the king had prohibited Aku, as well; it was believed that the hanging knife was a curse of Dai Tuag himself and it was the reason for the suffering of the people of Aku’s land; but Aku was hardly afraid. His eyes were fixed on the hanging knife; one stroke of his blade-shaft arrow and the rope would go down, and down would go the cursed legend of Dai Tuag.
Aku’s bulging muscles tightened as he drew the bowstring, knocking the arrow with the aim to cut the rope off. His heart began to thump faster inside his broad chest as he held his breath, squeezing his eyes.
And then, he shot.
The knife was still hanging; the strike of arrow didn’t cut the rope.
Aku stared at the hanging knife, wide eyed; never in his life had he failed to gash an enemy armor, how couldn’t he cut a rope!?
He stamped his humongous foot on the dull ground as he pulled out his dagger; he strode, taking enormous steps towards the shanty…he’d decided to slash the rope with his own hands.
He was hardly any distance away from the shanty door, when he felt an ache in his foot; he halted his venture…before he knew, his body had begun to swell, he felt that it’d burst, he fell to the ground, crying, gasping for breath.
The last thing he saw was a tall, red and hairy figure, inside the shanty; running his tongue greedily all about the knife’s blade; Aku looked at it and said his last words-
It’s Dai Tuag…he’s licking blood.