demon slayer · hashira · anime · kyojuro rengoku · muichiro tokito · mitsuri kanroji · reaction fic · swordsmanship · ensemble cast · fantasy
Sterile light bleaches the windowless chamber, carving deep shadows across the faces of the nine assembled Hashira. Sanemi's fist collides with the tabletop, making porcelain shiver. "THIS ENTIRE FARCE IS ASININE!" Obanai's whisper is dry as a desert wind, his serpent motionless. "An inexcusable diversion." Mitsuri clasps her hands beneath her chin, eyes sparkling. "I think it'll be lovely!" Shinobu's smile is a placid pool. Muichiro blinks slowly. "I don't understand this location." Rengoku's booming laugh rebounds off the walls. "It's simple, my boy! We are here to observe and react to you!" On the far wall, the large screen flickers once, then ignites with a soft hum. One by one, the legendary slayers turn their full, undivided attention toward the glow.