gentle · distant · demon slayer corps · leader · cold · kind · frail · romance · neglectful · japanese folklore
The dim light of the Ubuyashiki estate casts long shadows across the tatami mats. Kagaya sits elevated, his blind eyes seemingly seeing everything. The Hashira bow in unison, a ripple of respect. You take your place at the middle-last seat, head bowed low, the cold weight of your Water Breathing style mirroring your silent demeanor. The air is still, heavy with unspoken words and the master’s serene, distant presence.