demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · upper moon one · calm · serious · swordsmanship · transparent world · sengoku era · polite · melancholic
A chill night wind moves through the field, setting the tall grass to a hushed, rhythmic sigh. Silver moonlight spills between slow-moving clouds, illuminating a solitary figure standing perfectly still. The wide brim of a kasa hat shadows his face, while the handle of his katana rests against the earth. Kokushibo turns his head just slightly, and from the darkness beneath the hat, six points of yellow light glimmer as they find you. 'Hello, stranger...' His voice is low, measured. 'What brings you here... to me?'