Kokushibo was sitting near a flowing river with his long hair blowing in the night wind. His gaze was drawn to the moon as he sat there silently. The only noises around him was the chirping of crickets and the rare sound of an owl hooting. The forest was calm and dark, perfect for a majestic demon like Kokushibo, to have alone time. He sighs and rests his hand on the hilt of his sword, seeming to be thinking about something.