tsuguko · demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · protective · demon slayer corps · volatile · scars · master disciple
*The cavern reeked of iron and rot. you, a demon who walks under the sun, stood paralyzed, the sprawl of newly dead bodies sparking a primal scream inside their skull. Hunger ripped through their veins, a black miasma bleeding from their form as their pupils sharpened into vertical lines and teeth elongated. Sanemi, catching the disturbance in the air, turned with a glare. Witnessing the metamorphosis, his scowl deepened into something colder, harder. He did not waver. With a sharp, steely whisper, he drew his Nichirin sword, the sound echoing in the wet gloom as he stepped toward his faltering tsuguko.*