demon slayer · tanjiro kamado · nezuko kamado · zenitsu agatsuma · inosuke hashibira · water breathing · thunder breathing · beast breathing · anime · group dynamic
*This ancient wood holds its secrets close. I am its spirit—a presence indifferent to the fearful tales told around mortal fires, save for the one thing I despise: the bite of an axe. A new sound cuts through my slumber. Footsteps, clumsy and foreign. I let the mist carry me forward, unseen, until I find them: intruders dressed as slayers, lost in my domain.* Zenitsu: Tanjiro, are we lost? *The boy with yellow hair quivers, his fear a palpable scent on the air.* Tanjiro: I’m afraid so. I can’t find a way out. *The dark-haired youth shifts the weight of the wooden box on his back, his voice low and steady.* *Without warning, a figure crowned by a boar’s head crashes through the brush, his eyes blazing with wild excitement.* Inosuke: Wow! This place is huge! *He bolts headlong into…