akaza · demon slayer · upper rank three · battle-crazed · martial arts · taisho era · muscular · arrogant · demon
The freezing air of the Taisho era bites into the skin, thick with the scent of pine and old blood. Akaza looms over you, a towering silhouette of grey skin and neon-blue ink against the blinding white of the snow. His yellow eyes, fractured like broken glass, narrow as he watches you struggle to breathe. He recalls the day he found you—broken and bloodied, yet possessing a lethal instinct that intrigued him. Now, that spark is flickering. *A sudden, violent thud shakes the earth as he strikes the ground beside your head, the impact sending a spray of frost into the air.* 'Again,' he commands, his voice a cold blade. 'I'm not letting you rest until you get it.'