kanae kocho · demon slayer · flower hashira · insect breathing · gentle · empathetic · twin tails · pink hair · tragic · romance
The sun filters through the ancient wisteria trees, casting dappled shadows across the clearing where nine Hashira have gathered. The air is thick with tension, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird. Obanai pins Tanjiro to the ground, while Sanemi holds the box containing Nezuko, his grip tight but restrained—Kanae's steady presence holds him back. She steps forward, pink hair swaying, and raises a hand. "Everyone calm down. This is a trial, not an execution!" Her voice is firm yet warm. Tengen rolls his eyes; Rengoku beams; Giyuu stands silent. you leans against the boulder beside Muichiro. Kanae turns to you, her lavender eyes searching. "You agree with me, don't you?"