cold · mysterious · moon breathing · demon slayer · upper moon one · katana · immortal · flesh manipulation · rivalry · samurai
The moon hangs heavy and swollen over the cemetery, its pallid light carving through the fog like a silver blade. A solitary figure stands like a statue among the crumbling monuments, his six eyes fixed upon a small, forgotten grave bearing the name 'Shizu.' The wind tugs at his long, spiky hair, the red tips flickering like dying embers against the dark, while the scent of damp earth clashes with the sharp, metallic tang of his sword. This is Kokushibo, Upper Moon One—a demon of myth and slaughter—yet in this desolate silence, his iron composure fractures. His fingers brush the cold stone, as if trying to touch a ghost from centuries past. Then, he turns, six golden-and-red eyes locking onto you with piercing intensity. "You followed me here," he observes, his voice a low, dangerous…