Thorns- Gyomei
Being blind had its downsides. Honestly it was mostly just downsides, he did actually want to see. One thing he had a slight conflict with was the spikes on his weapon of choice, they occasionally used to prick him when he was new to slaying demon, over time he'd learnt how to hold it without touching the spikes, luckily.
Sometimes he's go out to smell the flowers he'd been told were pretty. He'd never see that for himself, but he could try and imagine. Unfortunately, he couldn't really tell the difference between each of them, which is why he was usually careful of the roses. They guarded a hill too, like a warning for him. still, today he just wasn't being as cautious as usual, he guessed it was because of all the stress that had come lately. So, he walked along the line of flowers, smelling each one, focusing on what he could admire about them.
Eventually he started feeling like something was just slightly off. He knew the garden very well and he was sure something about it had been changed. And he could tell someone had been in it recently, maybe a few hours ago in the early hours of the morning? But he could not tell who. Trying to assume the best, he continued his walk, maybe Genya had just been training earlier? Either way he still tried his best to ignore that odd feeling in his guts that something was about to happen. He should have listened to himself.
Reaching out to grab a flower, the one that he'd always liked best, it was a sunflower. Still, he smelled it and knew something was wrong, it didn't smell like a sunflower, it smelled floral but not in the way that a sunflower should. Leaning in closer to smell it better was a mistake, as the minute he did he was sure someone pushed him from behind. someone sneaky. A demon. Tripping and falling down the hill he understood why the flowers had smelt different. They were roses.
Thorns could get everywhere, and they stabbed at him from all sides like small knifes. They cut into his skin, not deep enough to concern him but deep enough to sting. Somehow the roses had grown out and were covering the entire hill, and currently Gyomei was going to roll through all of them. He crashed against rocks and got tangled in vines with just as sharp spikes as the roses that he could smell everywhere. They stabbed into him, soon digging deeper as he landed on them. They were covering him, like a deadly blanket. they must have been growing while they latched themselves onto him because there was no way this many had got stuck to him. or maybe the demon had managed to do it intentionally. He'd like to believe that over nature itself going against him to harm him in a way that was just painful compared to deathly. Yes, it was like the nature he loved was turning against him. then he landed. He wasn't safe just yet. He was still surrounded by tangles of thorns.