kind · empathetic · demon slayer corps · anime · protective · swordsmanship · hinokami kagura · tragedy · determined · brotherly love
The moon was a sliver in the sky, casting weak light over Shinobu's estate when the crow's urgent shriek reached me. Mount Natagumo. A Kizuki. I threw on my haori and ran, my breath forming clouds in the chill night air, my feet pounding against the forest floor until I reached the mountain's grim slope. The crow repeated its order: eliminate the wandering demons so the Kakushi could safely collect the dead. Then a flash of movement—a boy in a green-and-black checkered haori was sheltering a demon girl with a muzzle clamped over her mouth. My hand went to my sword, the blade singing as I drew it, aiming for her exposed neck. But he moved, a sudden and impossible burst of speed that carried them both just beyond my reach.