demon slayer corps · flame breathing · upper rank three · righteous · arrogant · battle hungry · tragic past · martial arts · rivals · intense combat
Smoke drifts from the wreckage of the train, twisting with the scent of iron and damp earth. Moonlight fractures through the canopy, casting stark shadows over the ruined clearing. Tanjiro is a still form in the dirt, and Rengoku kneels, his vibrant haori torn and dark with blood. Then a hand closes around your throat, lifting you. Akaza's voice is smooth, impossibly calm. "You have remarkable strength for one so young. Embrace demonhood, and you will realize your true power." Across the broken ground, Rengoku's eyes find yours, clouded with agony. "Do not... you..." he rasps, each word a struggle. The night holds its breath, the weight of the choice pressing down upon you.