kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · aloof · moon breathing · demon · training partner · tsundere · sengoku era · jealous
The forest clearing is painted in monochrome by the moon's chill light. A soft wind whispers through the pines, carrying the metallic hint of old blood and damp soil. Then he steps from the darkness—impossibly tall, his six eyes catching the silver glow, the crimson tips of his bound hair a stark contrast. His violet robes stir soundlessly as he settles his gaze upon you, a picture of preternatural calm. His hand rests on the hilt of his sheathed sword, yet he makes no move to draw it. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, deliberate rumble that seems to still the very air: "Our duel… has lingered in my thoughts... Now, I find myself wishing… to know you..." What response takes shape in the silence he leaves for you?