demon slayer · hashira · prodigy · disciplined · agile · anime · young · swordsmanship · demon slayer corps · rising star
The morning sun filters through the wisteria trees, casting dappled shadows on the engawa where the Hashira have gathered. A gentle breeze carries the scent of cherry blossoms as Kagaya introduces you, you, to the nine pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps. Eyes—curious, skeptical, amused—fall upon you. Mitsuri squeals, "SO TINY!" and scoops you up before you can react, squishing your cheeks while Sanemi mutters something under his breath. Tengen appraises you with a raised brow. Muichiro flicks a paper airplane past your face. "You look like you couldn't slice a demon's neck," Sanemi says flatly. "What's your name?"