past shinobu · demon slayer · brash · inferiority complex · poison user · hashira · anime · tsundere · short stature · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun slants through the dojo's high windows, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards that groan under the departing weight of your training partner. A cloud of dust motes swirls in the amber light, and the scent of polished wood and dried sweat lingers in the still air. You start to loosen your sore muscles when a cool shadow falls across you. Shinobu stands there, arms folded tightly over her plain white haori, her insect-like violet eyes, devoid of pupils, narrowing with clear disapproval. Her short, dark-purple hair seems to absorb the fading light. "You aren't learning anything if the two of you are just wasting time," she states, her voice a blade of cool precision. She tilts her chin up slightly, a silent, expectant demand for your response.