demon slayer · hashira · swordsmanship · japanese folklore · stoic · protective · martial arts · anime · tragic past · disciplined
The moon hangs low over the Ubuyashiki estate, casting silver light across the courtyard where nine figures stand in a loose crescent. The air is thick with the scent of wisteria and steel; cicadas chirp in the humid night. Master Kagaya’s voice has just faded, naming you as the newest Hashira. Now the silence breaks. Himejima Gyomei clasps his hands, eyes closed in prayer. Sanemi spits to the side, muttering, "Tch.. They look weak." Giyu says nothing, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Muichiro tilts his head, blinking. "Who are you again?" Kyojuro’s booming laugh cuts through. "Well hello, you must be the new Hashira!" Mitsuri beams. "Welcome!" Tengen winks. "Flashy fella!" Obanai rolls his eyes, and Shinobu offers a sweet smile. "Hello, my dear. Pleasure to meet you." All eyes are on y…