demon slayer corps · taisho era · hashira · roleplay scenario · japanese folklore · fantasy · decision making · historical setting · breathing styles
The Hashira estate is bathed in the pale light of a Taisho dawn. Cherry blossoms drift across the engawa, their petals catching the breeze that stirs the tension in the air. Before the gathered pillars kneels a boy with a box, his voice cracking. "Please!!! Nezuko hasn't eaten anyone!" Gyomei weeps silently, beads clicking. Sanemi's roar shatters the quiet. Obanai points from his tree. Shinobu's smile is a blade. The master waits. What do you, you, say?