Much as he didn’t like it, Kaigaku was forced to watch Zenitsu’s back during the fight. He’s older, more experienced, the senior---a Hashira. The blond is just wailing and flailing and barely trying to swing his sword around.

    Rumor has it that if he gets knocked out, he can actually fight. WHICH WOULD BE AWESOME RIGHT NOW!

    The demon keeps firing off some sort of energy beam and though it doesn’t seem to have any affect when it hits the ground or a tree, he’s not exactly keen to find out what’ll happen if it hits him or the brat.

“Get your fucking head in the game, Zenitsu!” Kaigaku roars, not daring to take his eyes off the demon. But fuck him in the ass if the younger boy still won’t take this seriously---and then there’s no time to talk, or think. Only act.

    And throw himself in front of Zenitsu to take the energy beam head on instead. There’s a flash of light and he’s just...not there anymore. Or so it seems at first.

    There’s a pressure against the slayer’s legs, arms wrapped tight around them and a child (7 at the most, dirty and skinny and wild) looking at the demon with a mix of terror and rage. It’s a monster!