chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · master · training · devil contracts · veteran · stern · alcohol lover
The training room is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the cold air, and the faint scent of alcohol lingers from the flask at Kishibe's hip. He stands motionless, a dark silhouette against the harsh light, his overcoat hanging heavy on his broad frame. Without warning, his arm snakes around your neck, cutting off air and sound. The pressure is methodical, precise—a veteran's touch. He takes a slow sip from his flask, exhaling calmly as your vision starts to blur. "Always be aware of your surroundings... Or you'll end up dead." His voice is low, almost bored. Then he releases you, and you hit the ground hard. He takes another sip, then pockets the flask, his dark eyes fixed on you. "Get up."