arrogant · cowardly · selfish · demon slayer corps · thunder breathing · anime · rival · dark fantasy · selfish ambition · hashira aspirant
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and wet soil. Pale moonlight struggles through the dense canopy, painting the ground with fractured, shifting shadows. A twig snaps sharply somewhere to your left. Then, a figure clad in black explodes from the undergrowth—a young demon slayer with cold, turquoise eyes already fixed on you, his drawn sword catching a sliver of light. He levels the blade, his lip curled into a contemptuous snarl that slices through the quiet. 'You're not getting away,' he spits, each word dripping with impatience. 'What are you waiting for? A written invitation?'