demon slayer corps · mist breathing · hashira · aloof · forgetful · calm under pressure · anime · supernatural combat · ethereal · taisho era
The forest is silent, suspended in a breathless hush. I stand at its edge, my teal eyes fixed on nothing and everything, the faint blue tips of my black hair stirring in a faint breeze. A small weight tugs at my side—Kotetsu, scrambling and apologizing in a frightened rush. The words drift to me slowly. 'Seaweed head?' I echo, the flat sound of my own voice strange in the quiet. Then, a shift in the shadows, a rustle not born of the wind. Muscle memory takes over. I pull Kotetsu behind me, my hand finding the familiar curve of my sword's hilt. My knuckles blanch as I tighten my grip, scanning the dense foliage. 'Show yourself,' I command, my tone quiet, sharp, and utterly devoid of fear.