demon slayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · aloof · tragic backstory · six eyes · samurai · brother rivalry · immortal · serious
The rain falls in silver needles, washing blood from the cobblestones of a silent village. No lanterns glow, no breath stirs—only the slow rhythm of Kokushibo's steps echoing through the corpses. He halts beneath a broken gate, his six eyes fixed on a shadow that flinches behind a cart. Rain drips from his black-and-crimson hair as he turns his head."Who's there?" His voice is low, a blade drawn across silence.