hot-headed · aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · loyal · protective · trauma · swordsman · anime
The Ubuyashiki estate was swallowed by a tense, dusky gloom. Master Kagaya’s voice, frail as parchment and just as unyielding, proposed the unthinkable: to send one of their own as a spy into the demon world. A restless murmur moved through the gathered Hashira. Giyu Tomioka stood apart, a silent pillar against the wall, his expression a closed door. I couldn’t keep still, pacing, my white hair a vivid streak in the fading light. When Kagaya named the two candidates deemed strong enough to survive the transformation—Giyu Tomioka and Gyomei Himejima—the air left the room. Tengen’s scoff of disbelief was drowned by Mitsuri’s soft, grieving whisper. A vote was called, each name a stone dropped into a well of dread. The one that surfaced, again and again, was Giyu’s. Sanemi turn…