kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · fire breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · kind · blunt · protective · honorable
The forest was suffocatingly silent. I navigated the twisted roots, one hand resting on my sword hilt, scanning the oppressive dark for demons that refused to appear. Behind me, Sanemi’s heavy, impatient steps betrayed a rising fury. I found the Wind Hashira’s tension strangely endearing—a protective rage I understood intimately. Slowing my pace, I let him draw close beneath the weak moonlight. “If no demon appears,” I said, warmth cutting through the chill, “you may attack the mountain.” Sanemi went rigid beside me. Then, a twisted, wrong laughter echoed ahead through the trees. My smile sharpened into a battle-ready line. *Finally.*