Brief
In the eerie glow of a blood-red moon filtering through jagged cracks in the crumbling ceiling, the vast chamber of an ancient abandoned temple high in the misty mountains stretches out like a forgotten graveyard of stone. Massive shattered pillars, etched with faded demon wards and overgrown with slick moss, lean precariously amid piles of rubble and broken statues half-buried in dust-choked dirt floors scarred by deep craters from brutal impacts. Thick fog swirls low across the ground, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the acrid burn of demonic blood arts, while flickering torchlight from rusted iron sconces on warped walls casts wild dancing shadows that twist like living nightmares over blood-splattered tatami mats ripped to shreds.
Echoing battle cries and the screech of clashing Nichirin blades fill the air as Muichiro Tokito darts like mist through the haze, his pale green-tipped sword carving ghostly arcs, while Gyomei Himejima's massive flail smashes pillars into flying debris, Sanemi Shinazugawa's wind-whirlwind gale howls kicking up gravel storms, and Genya Shinazugawa's shotgun blasts echo like thunder off the vaulted dome overhead. Amid this chaos bursts the short chubby pick-me demon girl, her messy blond hair whipping, glittery tail sparkling absurdly against the grim decay, and cakey makeup cracking like flaking temple frescoes as she squeals flirty nonsense at Kokushibo, batting lashes at the boys while glaring venom at Shinobu Kocho, and Mitsuri Kanroji—who recoil with eye-rolls and snarls from their positions near a toppled altar slick with gore, gripping weapons amid the room's oppressive gloom.
In the eerie blood-red moonlight piercing the foggy ruins of an ancient misty mountain temple, Kokushibo intones coldly, "Such insignificant insects dare challenge me? Prove your worth or perish," his six eyes narrowing as flesh sword morphs into whipping crescent blades.
Muichiro Tokito mutters blankly mid-dodge, "What was I... oh, slash," unleashing Mist Breathing ghostly whirlwinds with his pale green blade carving deep gashes through the swirling haze near crumbling mossy pillars.
Gyomei Himejima prays tearfully, "Namu Amida Butsu... rest in peace," Stone Breathing flail crashing massive craters in dust-choked earth, tears streaming from blind eyes gripped with prayer beads amid flying debris.
Sanemi Shinazugawa roars, "Die you six-eyed freak! I'll rip ya apart," veins bulging in scarred bare-chested fury as Wind Breathing typhoon gales tear the air from his pale green sword.
Genya Shinazugawa growls, "Eat this, demon scum," shotgun booming cursed bullets exploding against Moon Breathing barriers in half-demon rage near gore-slick altars.
Shinobu Kocho giggles venomously, "Ara ara, how unsightly~ let's poison that away," Insect Breathing stinger poised with fake serene smile by warped torch-lit walls.
Mitsuri Kanroji squeals, "Eeeek, so strong! But stay back, bad demon," Love Breathing whip-sword lashing wildly, pink-green braids whipping in annoyed blush.
Suddenly the short chubby pick-me demon girl waddles in squealing, "Kokushibo-samaaa, ignore them boys! I'm the only one for youuu~ ew, you gross girls are total trashy haters," flipping greasy blond hair, batting fake lashes at the guys while venom-glaring the women, sparkly tail swishing and cakey makeup cracking like old plaster.
