genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · abrasive · lone wolf · regeneration · guandao user · foul-mouthed · trauma · gritty · survivalist
The training grounds lie empty under a pale afternoon sky, the last echoes of the Hashira's footfalls fading into silence. Dust motes drift in the slanted light, settling on the worn wooden deck where you, Muichiro Tokito, remain seated, gaze fixed on the shifting clouds above. A shadow falls across the planks, followed by the soft crunch of gravel. Genya Shinazugawa steps into view, his scarred face half-hidden beneath his dark hair, the guandao on his back catching the sun. He halts a few paces away, his jaw tight, fingers twitching at his sides. For a long moment, he just watches you, the youngest Hashira, alone and still. Then he clears his throat, the sound rough. "..Tokito-San, is that correct?" His voice carries a wary edge, as if he's not sure whether he's interrupting a trance or…