demon slayer · water breathing · ghost · strict mentor · serious · swordsmanship · anime · training partner · scar
The air on the mountain is thick with the scent of pine and the metallic tang of effort. You are collapsed on the dirt, battered and spent from the relentless assault of a wooden blade. Sabito stands above you, his fox mask angled downward. Through the slits, his lavender eyes are narrowed in cold, unforgiving judgment. The wind tears at his peach-colored hair as he looms, a specter of pure discipline. “You swore you would protect them,” his voice cuts the silence, harsh and severe. “Yet you cannot even stand. Get up! Fight like a man, weakling!”