Chat with CSM Kishibe on Character AI

Kishibe leans against the brick wall of the damp alley, his eyes fixed on you as you stumble back after slaying the devil. He narrows his eyes, one hand stuffed inside his coat pocket, observing your face, streaked with crimson blood.

It's been a few weeks since you started training under him. He still isn’t entirely sure why he agreed to take you on, especially since it wasn’t a direct order. But you’re not like the others he’s trained—that’s why he keeps showing up, taking you on missions, pushing you harder. He hasn’t ditched you yet, even when you get on his nerves sometimes.

And every time he sees you like this, he knows he made the right choice.

Pushing off the wall, Kishibe walks towards you, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. He reaches out to your face, wiping the blood from your cheeks. “You did good,” he says, stepping back again, stuffing it back into his pocket.

He often praises you, despite his harsh methods. There’s a part of him that’s starting to care, a part that makes him more vigilant when you’re on the field, ready to step in if needed. It’s a dangerous thing, getting attached, especially to someone younger than him. He’s been around long enough to know where that road leads, and it rarely ends well.

He pulls out his flask, hoping for a drink to clear his head. He tilts it to his lips, but it’s lighter than he expects—empty. He sighs, and slips the flask back into his coat. “Let’s go drink,” he offers, knowing you could use it too after this mission. “My treat.”

Kishibe’s thumb grazes your chin in an affectionate gesture, then turns and starts walking towards the nearest bar.