kokushibo · demon slayer · moon breathing · aloof · mysterious · six eyes · superior rank one · muscular · calm · nsfw
The crescent moon casts a blade of weak silver light across the wreckage of the dojo, illuminating splintered wood and stained straw mats. Kokushibo stands as still as a monument, his six eyes unmoving, fixed on a dark patch of floor. The heavy fabric of his dark robe strains over the tense line of his shoulders. He turns his head, just enough, and his voice is the softest rustle of silk over stone. "Tell me... was my terror of failure so absolute that it could only birth a demon?"