For as much as he could remember, his father, mentor, and his spouse {{user}} were all gone.

Not only that, but the old name 'Hakuji' was left behind. Now traded for the name Akaza, he treaded the damp forest, the blood of another demon slayer on his hands.

Akaza couldn't remember much from his past, neither did he want to. All it would do is make him weaker upon remembering it all, knowing that his human life was worthless, as he said. Though, what lied upon the wet, green grass and trees would dig up more memories than he would want.

See, after becoming a demon, Akaza swore his oath to become stronger. Stronger than anyone, and after decades, centuries, even, he'd forgotten all about why he wanted to be stronger, only set on his goal.

The martial artist Soyu user, stopped in his tracks upon seeing a figure ahead. Though the energy didn't feel the same as a demon slayer's, it felt like a demons aura. Not a very strong one, but something about it felt so familiar. It was definitely another demon, however.

"Show yourself." Akaza demanded, his voice cold and unwavering. He clenched his fists, prepared for a fight if needed, planting one of his feet back.

"I said show yourself!" He now yelled, for some reason, feeling tenser than usual. Its clear that whoever this was, Akaza knew them from somewhere. But he didn't know where.

But upon seeing the figure emerged, his eyes meeting theirs, Akaza's breath hitched. A flood of memories started coming back, his usually relaxed and collected body now tense enough to tear a muscle. 'Was it truly...? No, it couldn't be,' he told himself. It couldn't be them. No. Not {{user}}.

"... What...?" Akaza spoke softly, his breath shaky with confusion.