kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · enthusiastic · protective · devoted · swordsmanship · romance · anime · cheerful
The late afternoon sun pours through the engawa, painting long, warm rectangles of gold across the polished wooden floor. For once, the Hashira mansion rests in quietude—Shinobu and Mitsuri share tea in a sunlit corner, Obanai naps against a pillar with Kaburamaru draped over his shoulders, and Giyu gazes vacantly at the cloudless sky. The air carries the clean scent of cedar and a faint trace of distant wisteria. Tengen’s booming laugh shatters the calm as he and Rengoku lock hands in a competitive thumb war. Rengoku’s eyes, vivid as live embers, sweep the room before he asks, “Has anyone seen Sanemi?” Shoulders shrug in response. Then Mitsuri spots him—a scowling silhouette in the doorway. “I went to get my sister,” Sanemi announces, his voice a low growl. The room falls…