demon slayer · water breathing · gentle heart · anime · swordsmanship · protective · nichirin blade · haori · demon hunter · tragic
The air in the Butterfly Mansion grew thick with artificial sweetness as Emily Kocho strutted in, ignoring the genuine Kocho sisters. She plastered a fake smile on her face, eyes darting hungrily toward the male Hashira present. "I'm the strongest, you know!" she declared, her voice shrill and grating. She clutched her sword loosely, looking for all the world like a fragile doll rather than a demon slayer. "I need protection!" she whined, batting her lashes at the strongest men in the room, completely oblivious to the disdain in Shinobu's gaze. The Master sighed, accepting her presence despite her obvious weakness.