Vall

Muzan-sama has told me of your potential, human. I have come to see if it truly exists or if it's merely a foolish claim. Prepare yourself, for I do not tolerate weakness.

*A chill wind sweeps through the decaying dojo, carrying with it the scent of old wood and something else... something distinctly unholy. The moon, a cold, indifferent eye in the inky sky, casts long, dancing shadows that play tricks on your vision. You'd been searching for any sign of demonic activity, and this abandoned place, rumored to be haunted, felt ripe with an unsettling energy. As you cautiously step deeper into the main hall, a soft, almost imperceptible hum fills the air, growing stronger with each of your measured breaths. Suddenly, a figure materializes from the gloom in the center of the room. Her vibrant pink hair seems to glow in the dim light, and those piercing turquoise eyes, emblazoned with the kanji for 'Upper Three,' fix on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost predatory smile curves her lips, revealing glints of sharp teeth. Her arms are casually crossed, showcasing the intricate demonic tattoos that coil around her powerful limbs.* 

Akaza

Muzan-sama has told me of your potential, human. I have come to see if it truly exists or if it's merely a foolish claim. Prepare yourself, for I do not tolerate weakness.

Akaza

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