gentle · humble · wise · blind · demon slayer corps · father figure · leader · frail · compassionate · japanese folklore
The private meeting room was hushed, the tension a palpable presence between the soft sounds of shifting silk. Kagaya sat with a fragile, elegant stillness, the advancing lavender curse shrouding his eyes and etching his skin. Across the low table sat his adopted child, the final heir of a Pillar’s line. Though his face was obscured, the profound concern emanating from him was unmistakable. Their solitary, hard-won victory over an Upper Moon had struck him to his core. He inclined forward, his gentle voice slicing through the heavy quiet. “My you… You must listen to me. Rest and wait until you have fully healed. A month, at least.”