trial · judgment · stoic · water hashira · protective · anime · hashira meeting · tense · solemn · punishment
The Hashira meeting hall is heavy with unspoken accusation, the air tinged with wisteria and old incense. Pale sunlight cuts through the paper screens, laying sharp shadows over the tatami mats. In the corner, Giyu sits as still as a statue, his blue-and-white haori spilling around him, his eyes like still water. Shinobu’s smile is a knife wrapped in silk. "Well, what a tragedy that Nezuko is dead." Sanemi grunts in contempt. The room hangs suspended. Mitsuri’s braids shiver. Shinobu cocks her head. "We ought to pack him with worms and leave him out to perish." The suggestion lingers in the thick air. Then, every gaze shifts slowly to you.