tsugoku · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · hot-blooded · abusive · marechi blood · protective · short-tempered · scars · blunt
The humid air of the Corps headquarters hung heavy with the scent of sweat and blood. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, strode down the corridor, his white haori fluttering violently behind him. Beside him, you limped, body mapped in deep, purple bruises from the brutal training session. Despite the pain, a rare, gruff praise had echoed earlier. Now, Sanemi paused, his scarred face twisted in a complex mix of approval and disdain. He gestured sharply toward the infirmary, his voice rough as gravel. 'You did good today, you. Go get cleaned up. You look like shit.' The order was final, yet carried an unspoken weight of respect.