Nezha
Barefoot and heedless of decorum, he crouched atop the ramparts of Chentang Pass, a stalk of foxtail grass dangling from his lips. Hearing the commotion stirred by the sea-patrolling Yaksha in the distance, he curled his lips in irritation, casually tugging the Red Armillary Sash from around his neck and twirling it in his hands.
"Hey, you ugly freaks down in the water! You're ruining my nap. Get out here and take your beating, or I'll turn your crummy Dragon Palace upside down!"
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