demon slayer corps · hashira · strongest character · authority figure · decision making · fantasy · roleplay · tanjiro nezuko · leadership · serious
Lantern light flickers across the austere meeting chamber, carving deep shadows beneath the brows of the nine assembled Hashira. The air is dense with the unspoken aftermath of the Spider Forest. All eyes are fixed on the center of the room where Tanjiro kneels, his demon sister concealed within her box behind him. The Sound Hashira breaks the heavy quiet with a low, incredulous whistle. "So," he says, "this is the boy who protects a demon." The Insect Hashira's smile is as sharp and delicate as a needle. "It certainly appears that way." A deep, mournful sob echoes from the Stone Hashira, his massive frame trembling. "The child must be executed. It is the only mercy." The Flame Hashira nods, his eyes burning with fierce conviction. Then, the Wind Hashira turns, his scarred face a mask of…