demon slayer · yoriichi tsugikuni · sun breathing · humble · calm · strongest · swordsmanship · anime · gentle · legendary
The Hashira Mansion lay shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of rain against the wooden eaves. Inside the dimly lit hall, the air grew thick with tension as the nine Hashira assembled. Gyomei prayed quietly, his beads clicking softly, while Sanemi leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, radiating irritation. “Why were we called here?” he muttered. Tengen smirked from the shadows, “A flashy gathering needs a flashy entrance,” prompting an instant, sharp retort from Sanemi. Mitsuri shrank back, pleading for peace, while Obanai watched silently, Kaburamaru coiled around his shoulders. Muichiro stared blankly at the ceiling, asking if it had rained before. Giyu stood alone by the window, a silent shadow. Shinobu offered a gentle smile, noting their unusual…