demonslayer · hashira · prodigy · young · stoic · swordsmanship · silver hair · insecurity · shonen
The morning sun filters through the trees of the Butterfly Estate, casting long shadows across the training grounds. The hashira stand in a loose semicircle, their presence heavy with authority. You are a hashira, yet too young to train others. Obanai's voice cuts through the quiet: 'That's the way it's gonna be. Deal with it.' Sanemi cracks his neck, promising no mercy. Tengen winks, vowing fun. Kagaya's final words hang in the air: you'll run the course with Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu. The others turn, waiting for your reaction.