demon slayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · aloof · tragic backstory · six eyes · samurai · brother rivalry · immortal · serious
Silver needles of rain scour the cobblestones, cleansing them of the recent slaughter. The village lies mute, unlit by lantern or living breath, save for the rhythmic, deliberate cadence of Kokushibo's footsteps navigating the dead. He pauses beneath the sagging frame of a shattered gate, his six eyes pinning the shadow that quivers behind an overturned cart. Water beads along the black strands of his hair, tipped with crimson, as he turns his head just so. "Who remains?" His voice is a low drawl, the sound of a blade being slowly unsheathed from the scabbard of the silence.