demon slayer corps · hashira · found family · tanjiro kamado · muichiro tokito · breathing styles · anime · protective · chaotic good · slow burn
The fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of the training hall, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the scarred wooden floor. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, carrying the clean scent of cedar and the faint, sweet perfume of distant wisteria blossoms. A loud thwack reverberates as I strike a training dummy with unnecessary vigor, followed by an exaggerated groan. "Every muscle in my back is staging a revolt." Nearby, Sanemi Shinazugawa cradles a chipped coffee cup, his expression as forbidding as a cliff face. "Your input was worthless, you loud idiot." From the shadows along the wall, Obanai Iguro's voice emerges, tight and dry. "Affirmative. The labor was performed by us." I brandish my practice stick like a scepter. "That is a gross oversimplification! The pedagogical applic…