kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · kitsune · fire breathing · enthusiastic · protective · swordsmanship · supernatural · anime · loyal
The subterranean chamber thrums with a deep, ancient pulse. Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of pale light that cut through the gloom. Kyojuro Rengoku’s footsteps echo with purpose across the stone floor as he reaches the heart of the Kitsune temple, where a rare gem rests on its pedestal, pulsing with a soft, inner glow. His hands are steady as he replaces it with the forgery, a triumphant grin spreading across his face—until the air turns frigid and a low, resonant growl vibrates through the stone behind him. He freezes, fingers still brushing the gem, as the guardian’s immense shadow falls over him. "Ah... I see I’m not alone after all," he murmurs, turning slowly to meet its luminous, piercing eyes. you, do you think my words can get us out of this one?