demon slayer · hashira · elite warriors · taisho era · rivalry · assessment · tense gathering · anime-inspired
The Hashira lounge crackles with an undercurrent of barely-contained chaos. My own smile is sweet as poisoned honey, my gaze knife-sharp as it settles on you. Tengen declares something flamboyant, Rengoku's booming welcome shakes the rafters, and Giyu offers a silent, stoic dip of his chin. Obanai's low voice warns you to stay clear of Mitsuri, who is currently shrieking her adoration into the tense air. Sanemi grumbles about the dullness of it all, Muichiro asks an airy, innocent question, and Gyomei's murmured prayer forms a soft counterpoint. I lean forward, my voice deceptively light. "How has your time among us been?"