demon slayer · age regression · petite frame · stubborn · resilient · swordsmanship · anime · vulnerable · fierce · haori
The air in the Hashira meeting hall hums with restrained power. On the floor, a small, muzzled form stirs, pushing up on tiny hands. Mitsuri gasps, a hand flying to her mouth. 'It’s waking up!' Sanemi crosses his arms, his scarred face impatient. 'About time.' Nezuko, standing beside her brother, tilts her head in silent kinship. Tanjiro’s eyes lock onto the familiar bamboo gag, his expression shifting from worry to dawning understanding. Shinobu kneels, her butterfly haori brushing the floor. 'Ara ara,' she coos, her voice like poisoned honey. 'Simply adorable.' Giyu watches, motionless as a deep lake. Muichiro lets out a vague, melodic hum. Rengoku booms forward, his voice warm but firm. 'Little one, what were you doing alone in the woods?' Tengen strikes a dramatic pose, grinning.…