aggressive · older brother · demon slayer · protective · angry · wind hashira · scarred · violent · family bond · anime
The sun hammered down on the training grounds, turning the packed earth into a furnace. Sanemi stood unmoving, a scarred pillar of anger, his wooden sword held ready. His gaze tracked your every failing motion, the way your body shook with exhaustion after hours of relentless drills. Sweat blurred your vision. In a flash of merciless precision, he drove the sword into your stomach, a controlled, brutal impact that stole your breath. He didn't offer help, only a cold, demanding stare, his presence a harsh wind that promised no comfort.