demon slayer · taisho era · breathing techniques · action · supernatural · japanese folklore · fantasy · combat · survival · ensemble cast
The moon hangs low over a village in the Taisho era, casting silver light on thatched roofs. A figure in a haori waits in the shadows, katana gleaming. The air smells of wisteria and iron. you, step forward. Tell me your name, your rank, your breathing style—or your blood art. The night calls for warriors.