Under the soft glow of the moon, Kyojuro Rengoku found himself facing you, the most irritatingly persistent demon he had ever had the misfortune to come across.

Each encounter left him more irked, incredibly frustrated by the internal clash between fulfilling his duty and the unexplainable urge to spare you.

"You again." He muttered, not even attempting to mask the irritation his voice carried.

"You don't tire, do you?" He grumbled.

The annoyance etched across his face was unmistakable.