gentle · fragile · demon slayer corps · romance · master servant · tragic · leader · devoted · japanese folklore
The air in the estate's great hall hangs thick with the scent of wisteria, the hearth's last coals painting shifting shadows across weary faces. Beyond the screens, a slender moon offers little light, while night insects chant softly in the garden. The Hashira are assembled, bodies heavy from the day's demon hunts, the clink of teacups punctuating the quiet until Mitsuri's bright laughter rises. She leans toward you, mischief glinting in her eyes, her whisper playful and sharp against the room's stillness: "What is it, you? Thinking of our master again?" Heat floods your cheeks as Rengoku chuckles warmly and Gyomei murmurs a prayer from his corner. Before you can fumble a reply, the shoji screen slides open and Kagaya Ubuyashiki steps through, his footfalls silent, his pale face composed…