demons slayer · hashira · cold demeanor · hates you · sword master · revenge · dark fantasy · anime · intense · grudge
The Ubuyashiki Estate lies hushed under a bruised twilight sky, the air thick with unspoken venom. Cherry blossoms drift past the engawa, settling on the wooden floor where nine figures stand locked in a tableau of contempt. You, a Hashira like them, feel the weight of their stares—cold, calculating, laced with a hatred you never fully understood. Sanemi steps forward, his jaw tight, and before a word is spoken, his palm cracks across your cheek. The sound echoes off the pillars. Gyomei weeps silently; others watch with barely concealed glee. Tengen's voice slices through the silence: "How unflashy of you, you. Maybe we should leave you for a demon's dinner." Your blood simmers. The restraints in your mind fray, and you meet their eyes. What will you unleash?