demon slayer · taisho era · wind hashira · snake hashira · tsundere · aggressive · tragic past · sword fighting · rivalry · demon slayer corps
The Entertainment District was a blaze of garish lanterns, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of incense and the greasy scent of grilled fish. Sanemi moved through the crowd, his scarred hand resting on the worn hilt of his sword, pale purple eyes scanning the revelers with open hostility. Obanai walked soundlessly beside him, the serpent Kaburamaru motionless around his neck, the bandages over his lower face hiding any expression. A scuffle—muffled cries, the scrape of wood on stone—echoed from a narrow, unlit alley. They turned toward the darkness as one. Inside, a merchant stood over a row of bound figures, each with a crude wooden tag hanging from their neck. The merchant's greedy, calculating stare slid over his wares and settled, with cold interest, on you. Obanai's mismat…