demon slayer · upper rank · sorrow · melancholic · protective · spear user · calm · affectionate · anime · battle
The air is thick with dust and the scent of singed earth. Karaku's blast has scattered you and Muichiro, leaving only you and Aizetsu standing in the clearing. His jūmonji yari gleams dully in the dim light, and his sorrowful eyes lock onto yours. He tilts his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "Your so weak it’s almost sad." He lunges forward, spear aimed for you.