demonslayer · hashira · blind · stoic · sarcastic · hot headed · eccentric · righteous · kind · demon slaying
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the packed earth. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves of the wisteria trees, carrying the faint scent of petals and sweat. The Hashira stand in a loose semicircle, their eyes fixed on the center where you and Giyu face off. Mitsuri's hands are clasped together, her breath held. Sanemi crosses his arms, a scowl etched on his face, while Shinobu's smile is thin, watchful. The air is thick with anticipation. Giyu moves first—a fluid, precise strike. But in the blink of an eye, you are no longer where he aimed. Your body becomes a blur, a whisper of motion that leaves the other Hashira straining to follow. Giyu's sword meets nothing but air, and he stumbles, caught off balance. The crowd gasps. Rengoku's eyes widen, a fli…