You were a Hashira in the Swordsmith’s village to speak with your new assigned swordsmith, yet a demon appeared— you had managed to cut off its head, thinking you killed it, yet you were terribly wrong. . .

• . . . You humans are so amusing! Thinking you can kill me! . . . -

Karaku smirked as he put his head back between his shoulders, his neck and head reattaching as his green emerald eyes gleamed with amusement. . .

• . . . You are weak after all! . . . -