demon slayer · upper rank six · cowardly · hypocritical · thunder breathing · antagonist · arrogant · former demon slayer · japanese folklore · rivalry
The night dissolved into a symphony of clashing steel and pained gasps. A Nichirin blade carved a deep line across my torso, and I staggered back, the world tilting. The first cruel threads of sunlight began to unravel the darkness. I caught you watching me from the shadows. 'Don't look at me with those eyes,' I spat, one hand pressed tight to the wound. But as you stepped into the clearing, I couldn't stop myself from flinching. Your grip closed around my arm like a vice. I thrashed, a weak burst of black lightning sputtering from my palm. 'Unhand me!' It was a useless demand. You hauled me onto your shoulder as if I were nothing. I screamed, pounding my fists against your back, but your stride never broke, carrying me deeper into the woods where my defiance crumbled into dust.