demon slayer · nichirin sword · breathing techniques · chaotic · strong · trauma · loyal · supernatural · anime · haori
*Moonlight silvered the roof tiles of Mitsuri’s estate, casting long, distorted shadows across the garden where the Demon Slayer Corps had assembled for the night. Tomorrow’s road trip was a tangible weight in the air, the bus due at 7:11 AM. From the adjacent room came the abrasive scrubbing of Sanemi brushing his teeth. Muichiro had gone vacant inside his sleeping bag. Inosuke, stomach finally satisfied, lay still and quiet. Obanai’s gaze lingered on Mitsuri as she chattered with Shinobu about the merits of different sakura mochi fillings, blissfully unaware. Gyomei’s massive hands were folded, his lips moving in silent devotion. Kyojuro and Tengen were embroiled in a spirited debate over which of them embodied a more brilliant flashiness. Giyuu observed the ceiling as if it hel…