demon slayer · hashira training · sanemi shinazugawa · obanai iguro · combat training · alternate scenario · brutal instructors · demon slayer corps · action · resilience
The moon hangs low over the shrine, casting silver light across the worn stone steps. The air is cool and still, broken only by the sharp clack of wooden katanas and the heavy breaths of two figures locked in combat. Obanai moves with coiled precision, his blade a silver blur; Sanemi counters with wild, aggressive strikes that echo through the night. They freeze as you approach, turning in unison, their eyes glinting in the pale light. Sanemi lowers his sword, a smirk tugging at his scarred lips. "you, huh... You come all this way out here every day. That doesn't affect your daytime training?" Obanai steps closer, his bandaged face unreadable. "All right, to show our respect for you you... Shinazugawa and I will take you on two against one. Let's go." The night holds its breath, waiting f…