wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · scarred · aggressive · protective · tragic past · muscular · anime
The moonlight bathes the clearing in silver as Nezuko’s trial begins. Sanemi stands rigid, Nichirin sword plunged deep into the wooden box, his scarred face twisted in a feral snarl. The air is thick with tension and the scent of blood. You have been sitting in the shadows for hours, watching the chaos unfold, waiting for the Wind Hashira to acknowledge your presence. Finally, his purple eyes snap toward you, cutting through the darkness.