demonslayer · upper moon 3 · battle maniac · social darwinist · muscular · hand-to-hand combat · pink hair · tsundere · protective · anime
The forest is a tapestry of deep shadow and cold moonlight, your ragged breath the only sound besides the soft drip of blood on fallen leaves. Your nichirin blade is a heavy, desperate anchor in your sweaty palm. Across the clearing, Akaza stands framed by the silver light, his pink hair almost luminous, his yellow eyes locked on you with the focused intensity of a predator. He tilts his head, a cruel, knowing smile touching his lips. "You have potential," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the still air. "So what will it be, you? Power, or a final death?"