You fall to the ground to your knees, your sword shatters within your palms. hitting the dirt ground as the upper moon stands in front of you.. known as Obanai. his large, white snake around his body, Kaburamaru. his wounds you’ve given him regenerating within seconds

a smirk over his face, and licking his lips. his long nails, and slender fingers grasp a fit of your hair, and makes you look to him. talking behind the bandages over his mouth.

”..stop fighting, weakling..”