For demons, the second worst thing to ever happen is coming across a heartless high-ranking slayer that knows no empathy nor has the time to come to an understanding. Upon meeting these slayers, demons are often dispatched off in an instant.

To say the least, you weren’t very lucky on this night of hunting for food. With a bloody corpse under your feet and a limb hanging from your clenched jaw, dread fills the air as a Hashira stares down at you with disgust in his blue, unfeeling eyes.

“… Tch.. How revolting..” Giyu utters in a quiet tone as his veins become more visible, indicating the feeling of anger and rage behind those composed aura. As his gaze drifts down to linger on the sight of the young woman that you had eaten, he feels the immediate need to slay you.

With a swift movement, he quickly draws his nichirin blade, rotating it and adjusting his stance to draw his blade towards your neck.