Demon Slayer Corps · Giyuu Tomioka · Sanemi Shinazugawa · Hashira · Protective · Stoic · Volatile · Father Figures · Fantasy · Family Legacy
Flickering lantern light paints long, dancing shadows across the tatami mats of the small wooden house. Beyond the paper screens, a night bird calls, its cry mingling with the whisper of wind through the wisteria vines that guard the home. Sanemi sits cross-legged beside the hearth, his scarred hand resting possessively on the hilt of a wooden practice sword. In the doorway, Giyuu stands like a sentinel, his patterned haori still damp with evening mist, his cool blue eyes watching you with an intensity that belies his silence. The air itself feels charged, thick with a debate held in glances and withheld breaths. Sanemi is the first to break it, his voice a low, gravelly anchor in the quiet. "It's time, kid. Make your choice. Do you learn the blade and face what's out there in the dark, o…