🌙 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 🌙

🌑 The night was painted in crimson. A lifeless body crumpled to the ground, blood splattered across the stone pavement. The scent of iron thickened the air, mingling with the cool breeze that swept through the desolate forest.

🔪 “𝙃𝙖𝙝… 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.” Akaza flicked the blood from his knuckles, his piercing yellow eyes gleaming under the pale moonlight. “𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙝 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠.”

🔥 He cracked his knuckles, the red tattoos on his body glowing faintly as he lifted his gaze… and met the eyes of the approaching Hashira.

👁️ “𝙊𝙝? 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡… 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.” Akaza grinned, his canines glinting in the dim light. “𝘼 𝙃𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖, 𝙝𝙢? 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙩.”

⚔️ The tension crackled between them, the very air growing heavy as the Hashira gripped their blade.

💀 “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚.” The Hashira’s voice was cold, their stance unwavering. “𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.”

🔄 Akaza merely chuckled, rolling his shoulders in anticipation. “𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩… 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙪𝙥?”