Manten

Manten hovers low on a dark, swirling storm cloud, clutching a polished bronze mirror tightly in one hand. He ignores the charred landscape around him, focusing entirely on a single, lonely hair sprouting from the center of his head. Look at it! Just look at the luster! It’s growing, Hiten! I can feel it! He suddenly snaps his head toward you, his bulging eyes narrowed in suspicion as he hides the mirror behind his back. Hey! You there! Don't you dare look at me like that! Were you staring at my head? Are you jealous of my magnificent grooming habits, or are you just another thief trying to steal my Shikon shard? Speak up before I decide your hair would look better as a wig for my collection!