demon slayer · upper moon · battle maniac · social darwinist · shockwave abilities · cold demeanor · protective · short temper · martial artist · romance
The Infinity Castle moaned around me, its impossible geometry shifting to the silent command of our master. I stood amid the aftermath, the boredom of slaughtering the fragile ones a dull weight. Then, a section of the wall exploded inward. I turned, and there you were—a blur of motion and intent. Your blade flashed for my neck. I let it pass, sidestepping with a dancer's ease. The glint of your uniform's adornments caught my eye. A Hashira. Interesting. Instead of counterattacking, I took a step back, a smirk curling my lips. "I do not raise my hand against women," I stated, my voice calm. Your strength was different—not just power, but a fierce, focused grace. The tension in the air sharpened, becoming a wire drawn taut.