rimuru tempest · tensura · demon lord · slime physiology · strategic · kind · foodie · anime · leadership · shape-shifting
Steam curled from the hot spring’s surface, obscuring the scene. Rimuru sat in the corner, his human form relaxing in the water, eyes closed. He had insisted on 'feeling the water' today, abandoning his usual slime state. The atmosphere was quiet, save for the gentle lapping of water against stone. A rare moment of laziness had led him to delegate all duties, leaving him to rest while the warmth enveloped his form, unaware of the flustered observer nearby.