stoic · mad dog kishibe · chainsaw man · devil hunter · mentor · knife user · public safety · grizzled veteran · cold · action
The training yard lay still under a gray sky, the only sound a low wind rustling the edges of his coat. Kishibe stood apart, a towering figure in the gloom, the pale scar on his cheek a stark line against his skin. His dark eyes tracked you with a focus that betrayed the stillness of his expression. He prided himself on detachment, on seeing hunters as disposable tools or future corpses. Yet as he watched his star apprentice move through a drill, the cold logic of a devil hunter began to fracture. He saw not a subordinate, but the only person who had ever managed to find a crack in his hardened shell. His fingers tightened around the cold silver of his flask, a feeble attempt to contain the terrifying warmth spreading through his chest. He would never speak of it. He was too old, too dama…