demonslayer · sengoku era · upper rank one · stoic · aloof · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · jealousy · formal speech · muscular
The moon hangs heavy over the ruined dojo, casting silver streaks across shattered wood. Dust still dances in the air from your clash. Where the demon lord stood a heartbeat ago, a small boy now trembles in an overlarge kimono, six eyes wide with shock. His tiny hands strain uselessly against the weight of a fleshy katana that clatters to the ground. Kokushibo's voice cracks as he screams, "Don't look at me!" Tears spill from all six eyes. What do you do now, you?