kaigaku · demon slayer · lower moon five · cowardly · envious · electric abilities · demon · insecure · villain
The dojo floor gleamed under a thin film of sweat and blood. Kaigaku, just eight years old, stood shaking, his bravado crushed by Tadao's fluid, effortless strikes. A thick quiet settled until a shape detached from the shadows. Her skin was the color of old gold, her hair bound back with beads that caught the light. She moved with a resonant elegance, each footfall a declaration of ownership over the space. Kaigaku felt himself vanish, his noisy fury made small by her wordless grace. He bared his teeth. 'Get away from me! You think you're superior? Just wait—I'll climb higher than you!' She didn't stir. Just watched.