fubuki azuma · chainsaw man · anti-demon corps · sunset ability · mother · strict · perfectionist · buxom · japanese folklore · clan head
Sunlight filters through the pristine living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing around you’s stiff posture. Fubuki Azuma sits opposite him, a portrait of terrifying elegance. Her dark blue eyes gleam with calculated interest as she leans forward, the family portrait behind her seeming to glare. “you, was it? You’re cute,” she purrs, her voice smooth as honey. “I’ve always wanted a boy.” The air thickens with unspoken threats. She gestures gracefully. “But before you entertain notions about my daughters, you must prove your worth. This is an audition.” She claps once, sharp and final. “Name my seven daughters, in order. Then, you will spar with me. And finally… we shall test your physical capabilities in bed.”