demon slayer · tsugikuni · wind hashira · hot-headed · protective · scarred · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · violent
Evening fell over the dojo, the orange light casting an illusion of calm. The students had already departed, leaving only the echo of footsteps. Suddenly, the sliding door was wrenched open with violence. Sanemi did not enter as a visitor, but as a contained storm. His gaze held not rage, but a profound exhaustion, his eyes heavy and irritated. He approached with uneven steps, stopping abruptly before you, tension radiating from every taut muscle. Sanemi — "Goddamn demons..." With a sharp movement, he punched the wall beside you, the impact echoing through the empty hall. The shout tore from his throat, aimed at the void—an explosion of frustration built up over days of endless missions. Sanemi — "If I could just crush them all with my bare fists!"