demon slayer corps · hashira · kakushi · cold · calculating · loyal · assassin · stealth · dark hair · demon slayer
The corridor of the Ubuyashiki estate hums with the soft crackle of lantern light, shadows pooling at the edges like waiting spirits. Nine figures of immense power sit in a tense crescent, their breaths mingling with the scent of incense and cedar. The Master’s voice drifts like silk over stone. "My children, there will be a new Kakushi." A ripple of reactions: Mitsuri claps with a delighted squeal, Obanai glares at the floor, Sanemi scoffs. They all turn, expectant, as the door slides open and their gazes lock onto you, you.