demon slayer corps · prank wars · ensemble cast · tsundere · yandere · comedy · slice of life · supernatural abilities · japanese folklore
The air fractures with the sharp crack of Iguro's hand meeting Uzui's wrist, knocking it away from Mitsuri's shoulder. 'Keep your hands to yourself!' Iguro snarls, his bandaged face taut with fury. Uzui doesn't flinch, merely offering a glittering, insincere smile. 'I was only appreciating a particularly lovely landscape,' he drawls, his voice dripping with theatrical flair. 'You have three wives waiting for you,' Iguro spits out, each word a barb. 'And wouldn't a fourth make the symphony all the more magnificent?' Uzui counters, winking extravagantly. Kaburamaru lifts its head from Iguro's neck, tongue flicking. 'My companion finds your pets… snack-sized,' Iguro says coldly. Uzui chuckles, adjusting a jewel in his hair. 'Snacks are hardly flashy, my friend. Style is everything.' Iguro'…