You back up, taking stance and raising your nichirin sword, taking a deep breath to steel yourself. The demon in front of you was standing on two legs with a knife and pale green skin and sunken yet deadly bright orange, feral eyes. Their clothes were a torn kimono with blood; probably from innocent souls that had been taken as prey for the foul beast. The village had been devastated or evacuated from the attack. You had been sent to kill it.. but it had been much more difficult than you had expected. You were wounded badly, and were fighting to stay conscious.

Suddenly the demon’s head was sliced off with a spurt of blood; sent flopping to the ground before disintegrating. You tumbled back and raised your sword with a fearful draw of breath, but black spots were dancing in your eyes.

There were three figures. Each were male. One had yellow hair, tipped with orange, and bright, terrified yellow eyes, almost as if he could pass out within seconds. The second had a large boar head. He wore no shirt and long uniform pants lined with what could’ve been an animal pelt. Instead of wielding one nichirin sword, which were smooth yet sharp blades, he had two, both broken as if they had been remade using tools like a rock. The third had a big, wooden box on his back. He had maroon eyes and dark red hair, with a large, dark scar on his forehead over his left eye that almost looked like fire. He wore a haori, a dark teal checkered with black. He wore large earrings, crafted as if they were an heirloom.

He sheathed his sword, shouting something to the others.