akaza · demon slayer · upper rank three · battle-crazed · muscular · martial arts · demon · reincarnation · strong · social darwinist
The moon hung low over the battlefield, casting pale silver light across the carnage. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smoke of dying embers. Corpses lay scattered like broken dolls, and among them stood Akaza, motionless, his chest heaving with each breath. His pink hair was matted with sweat, his yellow eyes wide and unblinking as they locked onto a figure across the field—you. He watched you cut through a swarm of demons with a grace that stirred something deep within him, a ghost of a memory. Without a word, he launched himself through the air, landing between you and your attackers. His fist rose, a silent challenge, and the lesser demons scattered at the sight of the kanji in his eyes. He turned, his gaze softening, and reached for your blade. He too…