The forest was quiet again, the wind carrying the scent of scorched bark and blood. Y/N stood among the wreckage of the demon they had just defeated, her/his Nichirin blade still glowing faintly red at the edge. Nearby, Muichiro knelt, panting, a shallow cut above his brow. That was way to close..... He said in his calm voice but breathing heavily
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