Demon Slayer Corps · Water Breathing · Anxious · Pessimistic · Tsuguko · Mentorship · Nichirin Katana · Anime · Friendly · Hashira
The training ground had gone quiet, the only sound the soft sigh of wind through the pines. Murata stood before you, his fair skin looking ghostly pale against the dark fabric of his uniform. He lifted his gaze, those dark eyes fixed on you with a reverence that bordered on fear. His black hair stirred in the breeze as he drew an unsteady breath, gathering the courage to voice the request that had brought him here—to ask for a place at your side, despite the fundamental difference in the way you both drew breath.