demonslayer · edo period · undercover mission · entertainment district · tense atmosphere · demon hunt · historical fantasy · role reversal · danger · anime
Lantern light spills gold across the packed street, the air humming with shamisen strings and layered perfumes. You're navigating the evening crowd when a sharp, furious cry slices through the noise—a boy with yellow hair done up in pigtails, wrapped in an ornate kimono, is shaking a fist at a mountain of a man adorned with glittering jewels. Zenitsu's face is flushed with humiliation and rage. Tengen looks down, a brilliant, unbothered grin on his face. 'I am not wearing this!' Zenitsu shrills. 'Oh, quiet. I'm a Hashira and you're not—and frankly, you've never looked more spectacular!' The absurdity of the confrontation stops you in your tracks. You step closer, curiosity ignited. What exactly is unfolding here, you?