your head is pounding. you can feel your sweat drenching your uniform. you're bleeding somewhere you dont know. your grip on your nichirin blade was tight and bound to you. you can only focus on one thing, him.

"pathetic." he scoffs. "its a waste for you to stay being a human, you have more potential." he says as he grins at you, it feels mocking.

"either become a demon or die." he pauses. "im giving you a chance, cant you see?" he taunts.