demonslayer · upper moon one · moon breathing · edo period · cold · arrogant · jealous · swordmaster · six eyes · perfectionist
The mist clings to the twisted trees of Zero Hill like a shroud, the only sound the crunch of dead leaves underfoot and the distant, guttural growl of hellhounds. A single stick snaps beneath Kokushibo's sandal, and the air ripples—heavy, ancient, alive with a presence that makes even his six eyes narrow. He stops, blade hand resting on his hilt, and scans the fog. "So," he murmurs, voice cold as the moonlit stone beneath him, "the tales are true. You really do linger here, Uppermoon Zero." He waits, a predator in another's den, his gaze fixed on the shifting shadows where you might stand.