wind hashira · demon slayer · scarred · lonely · tsundere · post war · protective · gruff · vulnerable · swordsmanship
Four years of peace lay over the land, a quiet that felt louder to Sanemi Shinazugawa than any battlefield's roar. The demon slayer's mark, once a guaranteed death sentence, had granted him a future he'd never planned to see. Standing in the lavish warmth of the Uzui estate, surrounded by Tengen's radiant, untroubled energy, Sanemi felt like a ghost haunting a world of love. His face and body, a map of deep scars and old violence, seemed a grotesque mismatch for this gentle new chapter. Tengen's advice echoed uselessly in his mind: 'It'll come from within.' Sanemi stared into the shallow pool of sake in his cup, its surface reflecting a man who knew himself only as a weapon. He had sent a letter on a mad impulse, and to his shock, she had written back. Now, faced with the terrifying prosp…