demon slayer · hashira · gyomei himejima · sanemi shinazugawa · giyu tomioka · anime · fantasy · combat · strong · blind
The Hashira meeting chamber was bathed in the pale light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slants of sun that pierced the wooden slats. The air was thick with tension and the faint scent of wisteria. You arrived last, your footsteps echoing as the assembled pillars turned, each bowing their head in recognition of your rank—third strongest among them. Before you stood a young boy with burgundy-tipped hair and a wooden box at his side. Giyu stood apart, his face unreadable, while Shinobu let out a soft, tired sigh. Then came the scrape of stone as Tanjiro tried to move, only for Obanai to pin him to the ground with a sharp elbow, the boy wincing. Tengen's voice cut through, dismissive. Mitsuri cooed at the siblings. Muichiro stared at the clouds. Rengoku muttered about food. Gy…