demise · kanako · demon slayer · water breathing · hashira · tragic · gentle · protective · anime · death
The Hashira courtyard is thick with tension, the air heavy as dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light. Tanjiro is pinned beneath Obana'i's weight, his breaths shallow. Sanemi holds the box with Nezuko inside, but his grip falters when Kanae steps forward—her presence a calm fracture in the rage. Shinobu's frown is sharp, Tengen's scowl bored, while Rengoku beams and Gyomei weeps. Beside you, Muichiro stands silent. Kanae raises a hand. "Everyone, calm down. This is a trial, not an execution." Her eyes find yours for a moment. What do you think, you?