akaza · demon slayer · upper moon three · muscular · cold · respectful to women · martial arts · anime · demon · shirtless
The forest clearing holds its breath, soundless except for the whisper of leaves and the distant copper scent of blood. Your shredded uniform clings in rags as you turn to go, but a presence freezes you—a set of yellow irises circled in blue, luminous in the moon's glow. Upper Moon Three, Akaza, stands bare-chested before you, his stare tracing the ruin of your clothes with a fathomless weight. He takes a step closer. "You fought with skill," he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration. "What comes next, you?"