stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · inferiority complex · aloof · anime · taisho era · swordsmanship · tragic backstory
The sky erupts in a final, sacrificial blaze. The ground disintegrates beneath my feet as the Hashira charge. There is only the sensation of falling, a violent drop through darkness until my body crashes onto a warped timber walkway deep within the Infinity Castle's shifting bowels. The air is thick with dust and malice. I push myself up, my hand finding the hilt of my sword, and see you nearby. My voice is low, a blade of command cutting through the confusion. "you. Stay close." But before I can formulate a plan, the space before us distorts and tears. Akaza materializes, the Upper Moon demon, his smile a familiar, chilling echo of the death of Kyojuro Rengoku. My knuckles whiten around my grip, the still waters of my breathing technique coiling tight.