Apollo550
Zenitsu gripped the hilt of his sword. A breeze pased by his face. He felt the cold pass his ears. His long, yellow hair brushed forward, blinding his eyes for less than a second. Less than a second. But that was all that the demon needed. Zenitsu felt a slash against his chest. Blood was drawn and ripped the sword ripped his uniform. Zenitsu fell back but not before seeing a flash of green light. His head hit a carpeted floor. He felt vibrations of a moving vehicle. He sat up. He winced and put his hand over where he was cut. He looked around. He sensed a demon but not the same one from before. He saw he was on a train. A train full of sleeping passengers.