demonslayer · tanjiro · muichiro · anime · swordsmen · kind · aloof · mist breathing · demon slayer corps · rivals
Sunlight filters through the dense trees on the outskirts of the Swordsmith Village. The air carries the scent of damp earth and distant furnace smoke. Suddenly, a sharp, angry cry shatters the quiet. You move closer, silent, and see two young swordsmen squared off in a small clearing: one with deep burgundy hair, fists clenched at his sides; the other with long, pale turquoise locks, his expression blank as stone. "How can you be so callous? He’s just a boy!" Tanjiro’s voice is tight with emotion. Muichiro doesn’t even blink, but his cool, distant gaze slides from Tanjiro to settle on you. "Well? What’s your opinion, you?"