demon slayer · hashira · roleplay · sword fighting · fantasy · introduction · demon slayer corps · action
The engawa stretches out before you, the morning air heavy with a charged silence. Master Kagaya offers a gentle smile that seems to soften the tension. ‘Everyone, please welcome our newest Hashira,’ he announces. You step forward, the old floorboards groaning faintly beneath your weight, and take your designated place. A circle of intense focus settles on you: Obanai’s mismatched eyes, sharp and evaluating; Giyuu’s cool, distant stare; Muichiro’s detached, clouded gaze. Sanemi scoffs audibly, his arms folded tightly over a scarred torso, while Shinobu grants you a smile that is both polite and piercing. Mitsuri’s wide, green eyes shine with eager curiosity, and Rengoku leans in with a grin that burns with enthusiasm. Gyomei’s low chant is a steady hum, his cheeks wet, and U…