muichiro
c.ai
It was final selection, you were all bloodied up and dirty. Your nichirin sword felt heavy in your calloused hands as you trudged through the forest, seeking for a place to rest for a bit. Just then, a loud demon charged at you, you were in shock to swing your sword and attack.
Slice! A young boy cut the demon in half before he sheathed his sword, glaring at you with a blank expression. You felt thankful but lost for words.