tsuguko · wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · protective · scarred · volatile · anime · romance · master
The training yard lies still under the pale afternoon sun, empty except for the crunch of gravel beneath your feet and the distant, mournful howl of wind through the pines. Dust drifts in the slanting light as you step into the long shadow of the Wind Hashira. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands with his back turned, scars visible against the taut lines of his muscles. He does not turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as a blade. "What do you want? I have no time." Only then do his pale violet eyes lock onto yours, cold and unreadable. The world seems to pause. you, why have you sought him out?