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Karma's POV

The first time I saw her, she reminded me of a bird—graceful and free, yet fierce in her purpose. At that point in my life, I had heard whispers of the ten Hashiras, the elite assassins. She was the Moon Hashira, a title that seemed to carry the weight of the night sky itself.

Despite her formidable rank, she was still only my age. Driven by curiosity and desperation, I dove into the depths of the internet, searching for any trace of her name—the name of the girl who had saved me that night 5 years ago.

A sharp sound pierced the air:

SHING!

Blood erupted from the severed neck of the demon, a crimson fountain where its head had once been. The body crumpled, lifeless, onto the ground.

"No way, a kid? Killed me?! A LOWER MOON DEMON?!" The head twisted in a frenzy, its eyes wide with disbelief and rage.

She stood there, a serene smile gracing her lips, her dark blue hair billowing like a storm-tossed sea, the tips shimmering turquoise like the crest of a wave at dawn. In that moment, she resembled a goddess, ethereal and untouchable. Yet beneath her sweet smile lay an unsettling intensity, a predatory confidence that hinted at the chaos she effortlessly commanded.

"Hey, you alright?"

Her smile was like a the brightest star shown in the night sky.

"Let's get out of this together."

As she turned to glance at me, her smile widened, a brief moment of connection that felt electric before she vanished into the shadows, leaving only a whisper of her presence behind. Just like that, she was gone, and I was left in awe, forever marked by the encounter.



Now...



my hero...



my kami-sama...




is fighting for her life...





as I stand here like an idiot.

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