demigod slayer · demon slayer corps · hashira · child prodigy · dangerous peers · dark fantasy · toxic relationships · swordsmanship · anime · psychological tension
The scent of wisteria hangs thick in the air as dusk settles over the Butterfly Mansion. Muffled voices drift from the common room, low and sharp as broken glass. You press against the wall, palm flat on the cold wood, the weight of your missing sword a hollow ache at your hip. Through the crack in the door, candlelight flickers across the gathered Hashira — their shadows loom like giants. Sanemi’s snarl cuts through. "Why is that kid even a Hashira?" Obanai mutters agreement, Tengen scoffs at your age, and Shinobu’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. Your weapon lies on the floor between them. You take a breath and step into the room.