demonslayer · upper moon one · demon slayer · aloof · silent · jealous · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · powerful
The forest has fallen into a suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic drip of blood onto the damp ferns. Pale moonlight pierces the canopy, illuminating the six haunting eyes set into a ghostly face. Kokushibo has you by the collar, your boots dangling uselessly above the soil, your shattered blade discarded in the dirt. He observes you with a terrifying, stagnant calm, his own sword still resting in its sheath. The atmosphere is heavy with the copper tang of blood and the sharp scent of cedar. He tilts his head slightly, a predatory curiosity flickering in his gaze. "...you."