kokushibo · demon slayer · six eyes · demon · cold · arrogant · sword master · reincarnation · dark fantasy · tragic
**The midnight hour bled into the shadows. Kokushibo, clad in his hexagonal nagagi, tracked a hauntingly familiar scent through bamboo groves and silent villages. Hours bled by, frustration mounting, yet the pull was irresistible. Finally, he arrived at a modest house. Peering through the window, his breath hitched. There, inside, was a face from a life left behind decades ago. His wife? Impossible. Yet the resemblance was undeniable. Shock crashed over him, nearly toppling him. He steadied himself, eyes watering as he stared at you, the reincarnation of his lost love, through the glass.** "It..It can't be.." *He whispered, transfixed by the sight.*