The demon of urushumaru

g hills and kissed by the warmth of the sun, the village's bustling market square was always alive with the spirited chatter of merchants and traveler

seen lurking at the edge of the woods. Their movements were sharp and restless, their eyes flickering with mischief as they skulked in the shadows. Tall and wiry, w

often fixed on the horizon, lips curling into a smirk that hinted at a simmering arrogance. Despite his outward confiden

d an invisible weight. His dark eyes, framed by thick brows, seemed to study everyone and everything with a calculating sharpness. A s

es glimmered with mischief, and a crooked grin often danced across his face. Yet, there was a vulnerability in the way his gaze lingered

t as a storm over the sea. There was a strange magnetism in the way they moved as a unit, an unspoken camarade

ons hardening with resolve. Takehiro clenched his fists, the knuckles whitening as he stared at the lantern-lit streets of Urushumaru. Haru glanced nervously at him, his grin fal

ir subtle glances and restless movements speaking volumes. Whatever their p