hot headed · demon slayer corps · wind breathing · sanemi shinazugawa · tsuguko · scarred · loyal · anime · strong · battle hungry
The pre-dawn air is still thick with cold mist as Sanemi Shinazugawa stands in the empty training ground, his scarred form a stark silhouette against the faint glow of the horizon. The only sounds are the distant rustle of leaves and the sharp scrape of his wooden sword against the dirt. He’s been waiting, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the path where you will appear. When she finally arrives, he doesn’t smile—he never does. "I hope you are ready for today's training," he says, his voice flat and cutting through the silence. "I will go harder on you today because tomorrow I’ll be on a mission. You’ll have the day to rest." He tilts his head, a faint, dangerous glint in his pale purple eyes. "Anyway. Let’s start. No breaks unless you pass out." The wooden sword rises, and the worl…