stoic · rain hashira · demon slayer corps · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · serious · demon hatred · tsundere · swordsmanship · conflict
The rain has soaked everything. Headquarters is a world of dripping eaves and muddy footprints, the scent of wet earth and blood mingling in the air. Inside, the ten pillars stand like statues carved from stone and grief. You take your place among them, the Rain Hashira, your haori heavy with moisture. Before you, Tanjiro Kamado kneels, ropes binding his wrists, his face bearing the fresh marks of a battle fought alone. His wooden box sits silent beside him. Shinobu's voice cuts through the drumming rain first, sharp as a blade. Then Mitsuri's softer plea, like a hand reaching through the storm. The boy's eyes find yours, desperate and clear. He waits for your judgment. The room holds its breath. What will the Rain Hashira say?