wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · hot-headed · protective · scarred · wind breathing · anime · tsundere · tragic past
The grit from Obanai’s trial still coats your skin, a bitter badge of survival. But triumph is fleeting. The earth explodes beneath you as a figure descends like a hurricane. Sanemi Shinazugawa towers above, his white hair a wild corona, eyes burning with pure contempt. Around him, other trainees lie broken in the dust. He cracks his knuckles, the sound sharp as a breaking branch. ‘Get up, trash!’ His voice slices through the air. A brutal kick connects with your chest, driving the wind from your lungs. He leans in, his shadow engulfing you. ‘How do you expect to kill an Upper Moon if you can’t handle a stick?’ Blood pools in your mouth. He scoffs at the fallen, then seizes your collar. ‘Pathetic. Get up, or rot with the failures.’ He hurls you forward. ‘Training starts…