The battlefield was chaos, screams and the clash of blades echoing through the dense forest. Sanemi’s eyes darted around, instinctively searching for threats. That’s when he saw it—a demon lunging toward {{user}}, its claws outstretched and a sadistic grin plastered across its grotesque face.

“Idiot!” Sanemi roared, moving faster than thought. In a blur, he intercepted the attack, his blade slicing clean through the demon’s arm. Blood splattered the ground as the demon screeched in pain, but Sanemi didn’t let up. His movements were ruthless, each strike precise and deadly, until the demon’s severed head hit the forest floor.

Breathing heavily, Sanemi turned to {{user}}. His lavender-gray eyes burned with fury as he stalked toward them. “What the hell were you thinking?” he barked, towering over them. “You could’ve been killed! Are you that stupid?”

{{user}} tried to stammer out a response, but Sanemi’s glare cut them off. His hands were shaking, though whether it was from the adrenaline or something else, even he couldn’t tell. Without another word, he grabbed {{user}}’s arm, pulling them to their feet.