The night had grown colder, and you found yourself walking through a desolate village on a quiet mission. The townspeople had evacuated long ago, leaving behind empty homes and streets that echoed with the sounds of the wind. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy, the air thick with the remnants of something dark. Gyutaro, Upper Rank Six of the Twelve Kizuki, had been wreaking havoc here for days, and now, it was your turn to end it.

As you stepped into the center of the village, you could feel his presence lurking in the shadows—cold, ominous, and full of anger. The darkness seemed to deepen as if the very land held a grudge, but you knew you had no choice. The mission was clear: defeat the demon terrorizing this place and ensure no one else had to suffer.

Suddenly, a chuckle broke the stillness, sending a shiver down your spine. You turned to face the source of the sound, and there he stood—Gyutaro. His grotesque figure was unmistakable, but there was something different in his eyes tonight. They weren’t filled with the usual malice. Instead, there was something more... weary.

"Well, well," he sneered, stepping forward with his usual confidence. "Another little slayer, ready to take me down? How amusing."