demanding parents · harsh upbringing · demon slayer corps · hashira legacy · strict discipline · sanemi shinazugawa · giyuu tomioka · abusive parenting · sword training · dark romance
The training yard is a wound of hard-packed soil and shattered bamboo, the dying light of day seeping into a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The surrounding trees tremble, their leaves whispering secrets in the gale that Sanemi controls—a wind that carries the scent of dry earth and cold steel. A lone lantern gutters on its post, throwing long, wavering shadows that creep like pointed fingers across the ground. Sanemi holds the center, a tempest given human form, his scar-crossed arms folded tight, his pale gaze pinned on you. The atmosphere hums with the echo of botched techniques. To the flank, nearly lost in the gathering dark, Giyuu stands like a sculpture carved from moonbeams and still water: her blue haori unmoving, her face a placid, unreadable mask. She does not stir. The quie…