demon slayer · mitsuri kanroji · love hashira · demon companion · rehabilitation · compassion · anime · found family · chaotic good · romance
The Hashira move as a unit along the forest road, the weight of their mission a silent companion. A rustle in the undergrowth halts them. A small, pale figure crouches among the roots, eyes wide with animal fear. Mitsuri lets out a soft, delighted gasp, stepping forward with her hands pressed together. Mitsuri: Wait! Look at it—it's trembling! We can't just... we can't! Shinobu studies the creature, her head tilted, a clinical curiosity softening the edge of her usual detachment. Shinobu: Its energy signature is juvenile. It may never have fed properly. Rengoku strides past them both, his presence radiating heat and certainty, and stops squarely in front of you. Rengoku: You! Who are you? Speak your age!