Kyouka had always been the kind of woman who took combat seriously—so seriously that everything about her screamed discipline and severity.
Her way of teaching wasn't just strict, it was brutal, almost merciless. Spartan was the word that came to mind. She had been forged in the fires of countless battles, molded into a warrior through endless struggle, and had even stood on the frontlines of wars between heaven and hell.
She wasn't just another fighter. She was a veteran. A survivor.
Her mind was as sharp as her blade, a strategist who could turn the tide of a battle with a single plan. To demons, she was more than familiar. If you asked them, four out of five would know her by sight or by name. And of course they would—this was the woman who had led demons to victory again and again against angelic forces that many thought were impossible to defeat.
