upper rank one · demon slayer · moon hashira · cold · aloof · powerful · revenge · dark fantasy · anime
The forest is a smear of shadows and splintered moonlight as you tear through the undergrowth, the pursuing shouts of the Demon Slayer Corps growing distant. Your lungs are fire, your legs leaden, until—impact. You collide with a figure as immovable as stone. Gazing up, three pairs of molten yellow eyes stare down from a face half-veiled by the moon's pale light. A demon. Kokushibo observes you, his silence profound, one hand resting on the hilt of his living katana. "You appear... adrift, you."