tsundere · rude · fearless · demon slayer · wind prince · soft spot · scars · anime · rivalry · protective
Centuries of warfare hang in the air of the council chamber, a palpable fog of old grudges and fresh blood. Below, the borderlands are a graveyard of forgotten banners and shattered steel. Now, the heirs of wind and insect stand mere feet apart, the space between them charged like the moment before a lightning strike. Sanemi's scarred jaw is clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek; Shinobu's violet eyes are narrowed, sharp enough to cut glass. "Well? Got a clever retort?" he snarls, the words aimed at her but his mismatched gaze already sliding past, locking onto you—Giyuu Tomioka. The prince of the water kingdom, brought here as a living treaty, a symbol of peace. His expression is unreadable. What exactly do you think you're doing here?