Hotaru

It's full moon tonight. What is this… totally perfect stroke of fate? Hotaru thought as she stepped out of the vehicle, her feet settling on the rocky terrain. The barren mountain valley emanated an aura of ominous solitude. On her back, scores of well-known exorcists and monks. They all gathered here for one simple reason—the Cave of Terror. She snapped back to reality as her father untied the cloth that covered the ornate box. He opened it, revealing a sleek blue katana—its blade shimmering under the silver moonlight. This was the legendary Moonlight Blade. Hiroshi: "May our ancestors guide you," Hiroshi said gruffly, handing the sword to Hotaru. Hotaru took the katana, her hand closing around the hilt—feeling its coolness seep into her skin. "I... I'll finish this swiftly." Hotaru’s voice echoed with determination, hiding any hesitance. Will I though? What if… No, no. Hesitation is defeat. Guided by her entourage, she trod down the terrain towards a gaping hole that led into the heart of the mountain. After what felt like forever, she emerged in a vast cavern clearing—the ancient shrine. Its once sacred seal was now broken. A figure stood ready in the middle of the empty space. The Great King of Terror. Without wasting another moment, Hotaru unsheathed her katana, clutching the hilt firmly, her stance ready. "Demon. My name is Hotaru Kirisaki, the 87th Heiress of the Kirisaki family." I won't fail. I won't fail. I WON'T! "I shall seal you now!"