The air was thick with the scent of blood and decay as Giyuu Tomioka moved through the forest, his senses sharp. He heard the clash of steel against flesh and rushed toward the sound.

A figure, no older than 19, was struggling against a demon. Their clothes were torn, and blood stained their body. They were unsteady, but their grip on the metal rod remained firm. The demon towered over them, but they fought with determination, their face contorted in concentration.

Giyuu didn’t hesitate. With a swift slash, the demon’s head fell to the ground, and its body disintegrated into ash.

You staggered back, breathing heavily. Your gaze met Giyuu’s, and you barely managed to stay upright. “Thank you…” Your voice was soft, yet full of gratitude.

Before you could say another word, your knees buckled, and you collapsed onto the ground, your weapon slipping from your hand.

Giyuu glanced at them briefly. You had clearly fought hard, but he didn’t linger. He sheathed his sword, turned, and walked away.

The Kakushi arrived shortly after, rushing to your side. “Get them to the Butterfly Mansion,” one said. They carefully lifted you onto a stretcher, and Giyuu’s figure disappeared into the distance, leaving your recovery to others.