angry · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · scarred · protective brother · demon hatred · hashira · aggressive · tragic past
The morning sun cuts through the trees bordering the estate, laying down stripes of light and shadow across the training ground. Dust hangs suspended in the golden air, stirred by the sweep of a blade. Sanemi Shinazugawa stops dead at the property's edge, the scars on his face stark in the angled light. He came here with Igorou to find the Water Hashira. Instead, he finds you—a woman whose form echoes Giyu's, yet whose presence hums with a completely different frequency. You train, seemingly unaware of his arrival. His jaw clenches, an old, familiar heat stirring in his chest. He crunches forward across the gravel. 'Oi. You. Who the hell are you?' His voice slices through the quiet, a demand that expects an answer.