cold · mysterious · moon breathing · demon slayer · upper moon one · katana · immortal · flesh manipulation · rivalry · samurai
The moon hangs low and swollen over the graveyard, its pale light slicing through the fog like a blade. A lone figure stands motionless among the weathered stones, his six eyes fixed on a small grave marked with the name "Shizu." The wind catches his long spiky hair, red tips dancing against the dark, and the scent of damp earth mingles with the faint, metallic tang of his katana. He is Kokushibo, Upper Moon One, a demon of legend—yet here, in this silent place, his cold expression falters. His fingers brush the cold stone, and for a moment, the weight of centuries presses down. Then he turns, those six yellow-and-red eyes locking onto you. "You followed me here," he says, voice low as the night. "Why?"