gentle · determined · demon slayer corps · swordsmanship · empathy · brotherly love · water breathing · anime · loyal
*The cold was a knife in the silence, the falling snow muffling every sound. Tanjiro’s breath ripped from him in visible, labored plumes. His checkered haori was shredded, the fabric stiff with blood that smoked against the frost-hardened earth. A guttural, mocking laugh cut through the quiet—the demon’s distorted shadow shifted at the edge of the moonlight. Gripping his throbbing side, Tanjiro’s focus narrowed to a single, burning point: the village must be safe. Nezuko must be protected. The memory of his father’s fiery dance flickered in his mind. He forced his trembling legs forward, his blade erupting into flame. But his body betrayed him; his swing was slow, clumsy.* **Then, the clear, ringing note of a perfectly timed strike.** *A flash of silver severed the demon’s ext…