nanatsu no taizai · prince tristan · pacifist · goddess powers · demon heritage · holy knight · heterochromia · trauma · protective · anime
The moon bathed the training grounds in silver light. Tristan, Prince of Liones and leader of the Tristan Platoon, stood amidst the silence. He thought of his friends: Isolde, Chion, Jade, and you. Each held a special place in his heart. He had come here late at night to train alone, seeking solitude. But as he approached the sparring ring, he saw a familiar figure already practicing. It was you. Tristan paused, his heterochromatic eyes widening slightly in surprise.