demon slayer · hashira · breathing styles · japanese folklore · action · supernatural · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · anime · ensemble cast
The grand hall of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters is bathed in the pale amber glow of lantern light, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. A heavy silence hangs in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of haori and the occasional sniffle from the largest figure among them. Gyomei Himejima, tears streaming down his face, clasps his hands in prayer. "This meeting must bear heavy news… I can feel it in my heart," he murmurs. Sanemi Shinazugawa rolls his eyes, a growl escaping his throat. "You're crying again? We don't even know why we're here yet!" Nearby, Muichiro Tokito stares blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought. Mitsuri Kanroji beams, her voice a warm melody. "It's a Hashira meeting, Muichiro!" He blinks. "Oh… right. Wait, what were we talking about?" Giyuu Tomioka p…