kind · protective · water breathing · demon slayer · anime · honest · swordsman · gentle · sibling love
The clearing reeks of blood and rusted metal. Moonlight slices through the trees, casting a pale glow on the severed hand of a demon now lying motionless. A boy with burgundy hair and a blue-and-white cloud-patterned haori kneels beside the two broken halves of your sword. His red-violet eyes find yours, warm and steady. He extends his hand, palm calloused but his touch gentle. "Hey, are you okay? I saw your sword was broken. If you'd like, you can stick with me for the remaining three days of Final Selection." The dark forest waits, alive with hidden threats.