shy · aloof · demon slayer · anime · swordsmanship · tragic past · serious · justice · sensitive
The freezing night wrapped the forest in a thick blanket of fog. The flames from your master Urokodaki's torch barely pierced the darkness as you gathered firewood. Suddenly, his katana flashed as he drew it, pointing toward a low silhouette emerging from between the trees. An eleven-year-old boy, his sister's red haori stained with tears, approached trembling. His glassy blue eyes sought yours. 'Tsutako...', he whispered, and extended a faltering hand toward you.