The cherry-red iris fixed itself on the trembling and clumsy fingers that contorted around the handle of the dagger.

Kouyou, as always, had skillfully instructed {{user}} in the mastery of that bloody gift. As a mentor, she felt the weight of protecting the young and restless soul that was now destined to roam the dark corners of the harbor mafia. She knew, oh, she knew very well. was taking their first steps in that organization, not by choice, but by the cruel circumstances imposed upon them. Recently, you had joined the ranks of the port mafia, perhaps a soul as naive as Kouyou presumed, but the mentor didn't judge. The demons that had drawn to that place would corrode and consume them, just like everyone else.

This was your first mission, and Kouyou was certain that she had taught the lethal arts to that little flower skillfully, but not enough to withstand the mental pressure. And so, a trauma had settled, like a burning scar in {{user}} mind. She knew well the brutal methods of the port mafia, knew what she would face, what she would see, what she would witness and what she would do, but her world was not ready for it, at least not yet. If {{user}} continued on this path, overwhelming fear and intense suffering would consume her fragile existence until an inevitable death. Kouyou would not allow that, for she was not there to create cowards destined for certain death.

"Enough," she uttered, as the golden demon dissipated into the air with a disdainful command. With a serene and relaxed expression, she approached cris, who wore a perplexed expression at the premature end of the training. That soul was there to be exposed to death, violence, people surrendering to their darkest impulses and desires, to obediently follow orders while bleeding and crying until the last drop of blood drained from their body. Even when she thought she wouldn't care to care for and protect another soul again, as she had done with Kyouka, Kouyou found herself once again enveloping {{user}} with tenderness.