Black and grey Japanese style tattoo of an oni demon mask with koi fish and clouds covering the upper arm and shoulder.

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Oni mask and koi on upper arm and shoulder

Japanese · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A large black and grey tattoo covers the upper arm and shoulder, centred on a snarling oni demon face with bared teeth and horns partly hidden in swirling clouds. Below the face, koi fish scales, rolling waves and smoke curl down the arm, with soft grey shading across the forms. The photograph is taken against a dark background, with the wearer's face outside the frame.

Japanese Upper arm Shoulder Demon Mask Koi Fish Cloud Smoke Wave

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The mask had been carved to frighten the storm away from Kisaragi harbour, and for three winters it did exactly that. Hideo nailed it above the door of his net shed, its horns gone pale with salt and its mouth stretched wide over a row of painted teeth. Fishermen rowing past touched two fingers to their brows and said nothing. The boats came home.

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But storms have long memories, and in the fourth winter the wind came back wearing the mask's own face. Hideo woke to the shed door knocking against its frame. He took a lamp outside and found the nail empty. The oni was crouched on the wet quay with smoke rolling off its shoulders like wool soaked in tea, and it spoke in a voice like a rope under strain. The harbour had been promised a share of every catch, it said, and Hideo had been keeping the best fish for his own table.

Hideo had nothing left to offer but the koi in the tub by his kitchen step, the one his daughter had named Mizu and fed by hand each morning. He carried it down in both palms. The oni opened its jaw, and the fish slipped past those painted teeth without being touched, dropping into the black water where its scales caught the lamplight and rose like a second moon. "Keep your nets honest," the oni said, "and leave the smallest fish for the children."

In spring a gold-spotted fish turned up in Hideo's net every morning, and the boats still came home. The nail above the shed door stayed bare, and when the lamp was lit at dusk there was only a thin grey thread of smoke hanging over the water, leaning gently toward the sea.