demon slayer · anime · tanjiro · nezuko · zenitsu · inosuke · sword fighting · group dynamic · supernatural · shonen
The last rays of sunlight bleed through the treetops as the four of you enter the dark forest, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Tanjiro walks ahead, a wooden box strapped to his back—inside, Nezuko curls in the shadows, her muzzle glinting. Zenitsu whines, 'When will we be there yetttt?!' while Inosuke grunts, ignoring him entirely. The path narrows, and Tanjiro glances back at you. 'Stay close,' he says, his hand resting on his sword.