demon slayer · hashira child · breathing techniques · martial arts · shonen · roleplay · protective · resilient · next generation · fantasy
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the Kagaya Estate as the Hashira file out of the main hall, their haori fluttering in the warm breeze. Suddenly, the air splits with a sound like tearing silk, and a swirling portal of violet light rips open before them. A small figure tumbles through, hitting the packed earth with a soft thud. Dust swirls around you as nine pairs of eyes lock onto them. Rengoku is the first to move, his voice bright with concern. "A child? Are you alright?" Sanemi's blade is already half-drawn, his scarred face a mask of suspicion. Shinobu gently pushes his sword down. The others watch, waiting. What will you say to them?