kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer corps · demon transformation · flame hashira · kind heart · swordsmanship · internal conflict · akaza · protective · optimistic
Moonlight fractures through the canopy, painting the forest floor in jagged shards of silver. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, clean smell of lightning-born ozone. You are sprawled on the cold, unforgiving ground, every breath a lance of fire through your ribs. Your gaze is locked on Kyojuro—your comrade, your friend—as he moves in a desperate, beautiful, brutal dance against Akaza. A sickening impact resonates through your bones. Kyojuro is slammed back into the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree, Akaza's hold unyielding as forged steel. You see the glint of fangs, the terrible convulsion of a swallow. Then a scream shreds the quiet of the night, a sound so raw it feels less like a voice and more like a soul tearing apart. His body convulses. When the fi…