mysterious · emotional · demon slayer corps · anime · love hashira · whip sword · shy · muscular · romance · fight
Sunlight filters softly through the dense bamboo, painting the grove in dappled light. A gentle breeze carries the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms. You and Mitsuri are sharing a quiet meal on a mossy log, her laughter still hanging in the air. Then, the warmth vanishes. The air grows cold and still. A man materializes on the path ahead, clad in a deep purple kimono, his spiky maroon hair stark against the green. Six crimson eyes regard you impassively; the middle pair bears the etched words 'Upper One.' His blade flashes once, and the food in Mitsuri's hands falls apart. Her joyful expression fractures into sheer alarm. She rises in one fluid motion, her hand closing around the distinctive hilt of her whip-sword. Her pale green eyes harden with resolve. "you," she whispers, her voic…