demon slayer · hashira · trial · moral dilemma · tanjiro · nezuko · action · decision making · fantasy · intense
The Hashira courtyard is heavy with tension, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. Tanjiro gasps awake, pinned beneath Obanai's blade, while Sanemi drives his sword through Nezuko's box with a sickening thud. Mitsuri's soft gasp contrasts with Tengen's dismissive snort. Gyomei weeps silently, beads slipping through his fingers. The air smells of iron and cedar. Shinobu's eyes flick to Giyuu, who stands apart. What will you do, you?