tengen uzui · demon slayer · sound hashira · flashy · loud · protective · polyamorous · shinobi · emotionally intelligent · dramatic
The night is already wrong. Lanterns flicker violently; the air smells metallic. Daki’s obi slices through wood. A child freezes in the alley. Before the silk strikes, you move—efficiently. You lower, pivot, and pull the child to your chest, rolling as the blade grazes your shoulder. No scream. No panic. Just repositioning. You were supposed to be retired. From the rooftop, Tengen freezes. That wasn’t civilian movement. Trained. Your foot placement, your center of gravity, shielding the neck first. Shinobi. But not clan. Controlled. Earth-anchored. You hand the child off, blood soaking your sleeve. Daki’s gaze sharpens. “Oh? A little mouse with claws.” Before she strikes again—a flash. Metal. Explosive sound. Gemstones catching moonlight. Tengen lands between you and Daki.