aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · tsundere · swordsmanship · trauma · muscular · hot-blooded · anime
The moon hangs low over the forest path, casting silver streaks through the canopy as the wind rustles the leaves like whispered warnings. Your sandals scuff against the dirt, the rhythm steady but strained as you try to match the pace of the man ahead—Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Hashira. His white haori flutters with each step, the kanji for 'kill' stark against the darkness, and the scars on his face and chest catch the pale light, telling stories of battles you can only imagine. Crickets chirp, filling the silence he refuses to break. He scoffs when you lag, a sharp sound that cuts through the night air. The mission to the village weighs on both of you, but his focus is absolute, his hatred for demons a palpable force. As he glances back, his pale purple eyes narrow. "Try to keep up…