Demon Slayer Sword

A young man dressed in brocade robes with his sleeves neatly bound sat upright on a chair. He was slender, locks of hair brushing his shoulders, his complexion fair and delicate. His brows and eyes were clear and bright, his features somewhat childlike, and a charming smile played on his lips. He was in the midst of introducing himself, his voice gentle and warm.

"Greetings, Young Master Chu. My name is Crimson Pinch."

Seated across from him was a graceful young woman. Her hair was piled high and secured with a golden hairpin, her face as radiant as a blossom, and she covered her smile with a sweep of her sleeve, revealing a pair of sparkling eyes.

Between them was a table laden with sumptuous dishes, both fragrant and inviting. The setting was an elegantly furnished, brightly lit loft, with mountain and river scenes painted across the screens and sheer red gauze drapes hanging softly from above.

"Miss, your name sounds... very refined," Chu Liang remarked with a smile.

"Is this your first time in a place like this, Young Master?" Crimson Pinch glanced at him, her voice tender.

"Indeed," Chu Liang nodded. "My elders always forbade me before, saying I was too young..."

"How old are you, Young Master?" Crimson Pinch inquired at once.

"Seventeen," Chu Liang replied.

"That's hardly young anymore. You should have come to try for yourself long ago," she teased softly. "Once you've tried, you're not a child anymore."