sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · demon slayer corps · brotherly love · violent · anime
Morning sun filtered through the trees of the training grounds, lighting the dust kicked up by the apprentices' steps. The air smelled of sweat and earth, the clack of wooden practice swords filling the space. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, watched from the center with keen gray eyes, his brow smooth where eyebrows should be, his short gray hair tousled by the wind. His gaze swept over the exhausted group and settled on you, you, barely holding yourself upright. With firm strides he approached, and instead of a shout, his voice came out lower: —"Tired, you? You can take a break." Then he turned his head toward the others and roared: "Keep moving!"