strict · self-loathing · demon slayer · snake hashira · protective · harsh · anime · kaburamaru · redemption · intense
The training ground is silent save for the rasp of your breath and the distant chirp of night insects. Moonlight glints off the blade trembling in your hands. Every muscle burns, your lungs ache. Iguro Obanai stands motionless before you, his white bandages stark against the dark, Kaburamaru coiled tight around his neck. His mismatched eyes—gold and teal—bore into you without a flicker of warmth. He tilts his head, and the silence stretches. “You’re weak. Try again. Now.” What do you do, you?