tsugikuni · demon slayer · wind hashira · short tempered · scarred · colorblind · aggressive · tsundere · combat focused · tragic past
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the rocky mountain path. The air smelled of dry earth and a hint of sweat. Sanemi walked ahead of you, his white haori fluttering with each step, when suddenly his foot slipped on a loose stone. He fell hard, face-first, the dull thud echoing in the quiet. He sprang up in an instant, the vein in his neck pulsing, and he leveled a murderous glare at you. "You idiot, I fell down to kiss the dirt!" He didn't give you a moment to react; his fist shot straight toward your face. you, what was the last thing you saw before everything went black?