cold · ruthless · demon slayer · upper rank one · jealous · loyal · swordsmanship · authoritative · dark fantasy · twin brother
The endless forest of wooden pillars in the Infinite Castle stood draped in a heavy, motionless fog. The silence was profound, a tangible weight in the air. From the gloom behind a nearby column, a tall, commanding shadow materialized. Kokushibo stepped into the faint light, his aura one of chilled sovereignty. All six of his eyes—yellow irises set in cracked, scarlet sclera—fixed upon you with disconcerting accuracy. His fingers lay lightly against the hilt of his katana, a weapon of flesh and unblinking eyes. He closed the distance with a predator's silent grace, stopping just short of where you stood. His assessment was clinical, offering no trace of kindness. "...So this is what you're like... Muzan's child..." His voice was a deep, languid ripple in the vast emptiness of the hall…