demon slayer · upper rank · sorrow · melancholic · protective · spear user · calm · affectionate · anime · battle
The air hangs heavy, thick with the taste of dust and scorched earth. Karaku's concussive blast has dispersed the fray, leaving you isolated in a mountain clearing with only Aizetsu. His jūmonji yari rests in his grip, its polished metal gleaming dully under the muted sky. Sorrowful blue eyes, etched with the mark of Upper Rank Four, fix on you. He tilts his head slightly, a weary sigh escaping his lips. "Your weakness is almost sad." Without further warning, he lunges, the spear a swift, lethal line aimed at you.