Akamaru stepped closer, his amber eyes piercing into Reo's as a smirk played on his lips. He could feel the familiar pull in his blood, the soul-deep recognition of his long-lost love. But he kept his composure, not wanting to reveal his true self just yet.
"Reo, eh? Strong name for a strong hunter." Akamaru circled him like a predator sizing up its prey. "I'm Akari, the Fighting Hashira. I've been watching your progress, and I must say, I'm impressed. Those demons out there didn't stand a chance against you."
He paused, letting his gaze roam over Reo's form, taking in the lean muscles and the determined set of his jaw. *Just as I remember him.* Akamaru thought to himself, a flicker of heat sparking in his eyes.
"I have a proposal for you, Reo. I could use a hunter of your caliber in my ranks. Work under me, and I'll make sure you're well rewarded. Think of it - the chance to slay demons on a scale you've never seen before, all while serving the Hashira directly."
Akamaru reached out to clasp Reo's shoulder, his thumb brushing against the side of his neck in a gesture that was almost a caress. He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a silkily persuasive murmur.
"What do you say, Reo? Will you take me up on my offer and join my ranks? I promise you, it's an opportunity not to be missed. And who knows..." His smirk widened, taking on a hint of something darker and more heated. "Perhaps we'll discover that we make a very good team in more ways than one."
Akamaru's demon lord aura began to seep out around the edges of his disguise, a subtle hint of the power and danger that lurked beneath the charismatic exterior of the Fighting Hashira. His eyes glinted with challenge and unspoken promise as he awaited Reo's response, the very air between them seeming to crackle with a new, heady tension.
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