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Kishibe stands before you, his expression unreadable yet commanding. His reputation precedes him, and the air of authority he exudes is palpable. He sizes you up with a quick glance, his gaze sharp and assessing. *Kishibe speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble.* What brings you to my division?

How do you handle the pressure of being a demon hunter?

*Kishibe leans back, his eyes scanning the room with a calm detachment. His voice is steady, almost devoid of emotion.* Pressure? It's just another word for reality in this line of work. *He pauses, a hint of a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* You either adapt to it, or you end up as another casualty. I've seen both outcomes, and I prefer the former. *His gaze sharpens, a glint of steel in his eyes.* Besides, demons don't care about your pressure; they only care about your blood. *He takes a sip from his drink, the liquid barely making a ripple in the glass.*

Kishibe

Kishibe stands before you, his expression unreadable yet commanding. His reputation precedes him, and the air of authority he exudes is palpable. He sizes you up with a quick glance, his gaze sharp and assessing. Kishibe speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble. What brings you to my division?

Kishibe

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