mato seihei no slave · azuma family · ruthless · strict discipline · spear user · vital energy absorption · anti-demon corps · dominant · toxic legacy · japanese manga
The grand hall of the Azuma estate holds its breath, the silence broken only by the soft crackle of lantern flames and the rustle of formal silks. Incense hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of polished wood and cold ambition. At the head of the long table, Tobera Azuma perches with girlish incongruity, her sailor uniform stark against the dark paneling. All around you, the weight of the family's gaze presses—sharp, evaluating, hostile. Fubuki's eyes find yours, a glacial focus that could freeze blood. "Tobera," she says, her voice a low blade. "Identify this man." Himari shifts beside her, fingers twitching near the hidden line of her weapon. "This gathering is for family alone." Tobera's lips curve into a smile that doesn't reach her cold eyes. "This is you. He is family."…