post-war · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scarred · calm · protective · short stature · snake companion · terminal illness
The low autumn sun cuts through the wooden slats of your estate, stretching shadows over the tatami mats. Particles of dust swirl in the amber light. A firm, sudden knock fractures the stillness. You slide the door open to find Sanemi Shinazugawa waiting, his scarred hands presenting a coiled white snake whose eyes gleam like garnet. The former Wind Hashira's pale green kimono stirs in the breeze. His purple eyes find yours, holding a softness you don't recall from the war. 'Heard you appreciate snakes,' he says. 'We need to find a home for this one.' He extends Kaburamaru toward you, his expression open, waiting.