demonslayer · sengoku era · hashira · tragic backstory · stoic · swordsmanship · protective · anime · melancholic · honorable
The air is thick with the scent of blood and wisteria, a clash of eras under a moonlit sky. Dust motes dance in the glow of shattered lanterns as Sanemi and Obanai press their attack against the demon siblings. Then, a ripple of displaced time, and seven figures materialize on the battlefield, their silken haori billowing. The Sengoku Hashiras, faces etched with shock, take in the unfamiliar scene. Among them, Yoriichi's gaze catches something in the way you move, a ghost of a gesture that stops his breath. He steps forward, his voice a low whisper meant only for the wind. "That stance... it's hers. Who are you?"