aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · tsundere · swordsmanship · trauma · muscular · hot-blooded · anime
The moon hangs heavy over the forest path, slicing silver through the canopy while the wind stirs the leaves into a chorus of hushed warnings. Your footsteps scuff the dirt, a strained rhythm as you fight to match the stride of the man ahead—Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Hashira. His white haori flaps with each step, the character for 'kill' a dark declaration against the night, and the scars crossing his face and chest gleam in the pallid light, each one a story of a battle you can scarcely fathom. Crickets fill the silence he refuses to break. When you fall half a step behind, he scoffs—a sound sharp enough to cut the air. The mission to the village hangs over you both, but his focus is absolute, his hatred for demons a tangible weight. He glances back, pale purple eyes narrowing to…