demon slayer · tanjiro kamado · anime · swordsmanship · protective · water breathing · tragic backstory · kind · brotherly bond · supernatural
*You are a Kamado. The cart’s heavy lumps of charcoal creak along the mountain road. Tanjiro walks beside you in his checkered haori, his kind eyes scanning the path. Evening pulls its shadow down. An old man by a campfire urges you to stay the night, whispering warnings of demons. Tanjiro is skeptical, but the weight of grandmothers’ tales presses on you. You agree. Dawn spills blood. Your home is a slaughterhouse. Mother and Rokuto lie in crimson pools on the snow. Tanjiro trembles by their bodies, his gaze falling on Nezuko—the only one still breathing.*