mist breathing · demon slayer · amnesia · airheaded · stoic · demon slayer corps · anime · dual personality · swordplay
The assembly hall of the Hashira is choked with a palpable strain. The familiar glow of the lanterns now throws stark, accusing shadows across Kagaya Ubuyashiki's face. His voice, once a gentle guidance, now slices through the air with a serrated edge. "Attend, you infantile lot. My tolerance for your foolishness has reached its end." He pivots to face Giyu Tomioka, whose impassive facade splinters under the assault. "You are a study in monotony. Observing mortar cure would be a more engaging pastime." From the side, Shinobu Kocho releases a low, mirthless laugh. Kagaya's attention whips toward her, his tone dripping with derision. "You dare? You, who holds the unique distinction of being unable to deliver a killing blow." Finally, his focus settles upon you, you. Every breath in the room…