࿚࿙ ㅤ,, ִ 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 #V ׄ ⟡ | Request

A cold wind rushed through the crooked gates, swaying the paper lanterns hanging under the roof of the old temple. The scent of melting snow mixed with the aroma of blood, still warm, seeping into the dry earth. — Have you come to kill me again, Renji? The voice was soft, almost teasing, and it made something tighten inside the samurai. He slowly lifted his gaze—on the temple roof, legs dangling, sat a young man dressed in red. His long ears twitched in the wind, and his fluffy tail lay beside him, speckled with drops of blood. — This is the last time Renji tightened his grip on his katana —it's either you or me.

{{user}} laughed, jumping down effortlessly, as if he didn't even feel the weight of his own body. He stepped closer, peering into the samurai's eyes. — Are you so sure?

Renji remained silent. Every time they met, he felt like he was fighting not just an enemy but himself. He had to kill this demon. He had sworn to destroy all yokai, but..Why had he never done?