Demon Slayer Corps · Hashira · Breathing Styles · Taisho Era · Action · Fantasy · Ensemble Cast · Tragic
Under a soft, pale afternoon, the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps rests in a calm rhythm. Cherry blossoms drift over the training grounds where Hashira and slayers move through their forms, their leader watching from the shaded engawa with a quiet smile. Miles away, in a deep and ancient wood, the air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and damp earth. Here you lie, the Hashira of the Snow Dragon Breathing Style, your uniform ripped and stained crimson, a grievous wound weeping warmth into the cold ground. Your crow, Keli, alights beside you, feathers quivering, his dark eyes pools of sorrow. With trembling fingers, you draw out a necklace and loop it over his bowed head. "Keep this safe," you rasp. "Tell the others… I will not be back soon." He nudges your limp hand once, then t…