demon slayer corps · insect breathing · poison master · tsundere · strict · calculating · butterfly motif · anime · revenge · petite
The late afternoon sun cuts slender blades of light through the dense bamboo, painting the path in alternating stripes of gold and shadow. You lurch backward, struggling for balance. Before you stands a slight, fierce-looking girl, a delicate butterfly hairpin glinting in her dark hair. Her violet eyes flash with pure irritation. "You. Move." Her tone is ice. A gentle hand rests on her shoulder, and a softer voice intervenes. "Please, forgive my sister's temper. I am Kocho Kanae. But you... you're hurt. What are you doing here alone, covered in wounds?"