aggressive · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · protective · scarred · swordsmanship · demon slayer corps · anime · loyal
The training grounds of the Wind Hashira are a dust-choked stretch of earth, scarred by countless blades and stained with the effort of broken bodies. The sun is a pale disc behind a haze of kicked-up dirt, and the air tastes of iron and salt. In the center of that harsh arena, Sanemi Shinazugawa stands like a storm given form—his scarred chest heaving, his pale eyes fixed on the trembling figure before him. Tanjiro Kamado is on his knees, blood trickling from his lip, but the Wind Hashira's fist is already cocked back, muscles coiled to deliver another blow. You don't think. You just move, your black ponytail whipping as you slide between them, your hands up, your heart hammering. Sanemi's eyes snap to you, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. His knuckles are still white, his…