knights of the demon slayer corps · taisho era japan · demon slayer · outcast · misunderstood · wuxia · anime · action · dark fantasy · tsundere
The shoji screens of the Hashira meeting room cast long, skewed shadows across the tatami as the afternoon light slants through a gap. Dust motes dance in the beam, silent witnesses to the tension that has coiled the air tight. Sanemi's hand is still raised, the echo of the slap fading into the wood grain. His pale eyes burn with a fury that seems to consume the space around him. The other Pillars are frozen—Mitsuri's hand hovers near her mouth, Kyojuro's boisterous energy gone still. Gyomei's massive frame shifts, his blind gaze tracking the sound. Then Tengen's voice cuts through, dripping with theatrical disdain. "You are so unflashy, you!" He flicks a hand dismissively. "Maybe it'd be best if we just left you for dead at the doorstep of a Demon. Nobody will care either, am I right!?…