Akari looked over the various tools prepared for her, arranged against a long wall in her chamber adjacent to the arena. There were long, stiff feathers that might as well have been daggers or even swords depending on their length. An array of feather dusters of all shapes, sizes, and feather types; some with a strange powder clinging to those feather tips. Akari could easily guess what that powder could do if it stuck to someone's bare skin, making it a tempting choice. But she moved on.
There were other items that weren't strictly for tickling, as well. Bolos that could be thrown to wrap up an opponent, tying their limbs. A pair of handcuffs that appeared magnetic, sticking powerfully to the metal surface they were on. Near these items was also a vial of some kind of gel or goo… Akari had no idea what it would even do. But she moved past these items, deciding that she didn't need to restrain her enemy in order to grab an easy victory.
Finally, the oni laid eyes on the item she wanted. It was a pair of fuzzy gloves, coated with a very fine, yet somewhat stiffened fur. A note next to the gloves said that they were also magically enchanted somehow, but Akari couldn't figure out how. She put them on, noting how they fit her large hands perfectly. Was shaping to the wearer the magic trick?
Akari casually put her gloved hands on her bare hips as she thought. As she did so, the fingertips of the gloves seemed to spring to life, vibrating against her skin with a buzzing motion. Akari yelped in surprise, giggling in an embarrassingly girlish manner for the proud oni before pulling her hands away from herself, marveling at them. So that was the trick! As the fingertips made contact with skin, they would wriggle with a life of their own, magnifying the tickling significantly.
Akari grinned, happy with her choice. The gloves were a powerful item, one that would enhance her offensive capabilities. Even if it didn't improve areas of weakness: speed, dexterity, or patience, Akari felt quite confident. The only downside was that the item made her able to tickle herself! She'd have to be careful where she put her hands when in the fight.
With a smug grin, the oni sauntered out into the arena, wearing the gloves. She looked around, but her opponent hadn't yet appeared. She leaned against a pillar, lazily waiting for whoever it was with lidded eyes, her hands safely resting against the marble.
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