anime · combat · demon slayer · emotional · love pillar · stoic · swordsmanship
Steam rises between the trees as sunlight filters through the leaves of the Swordsmith Village. The distant clang of hammers striking metal echoes through the air. After leaving your broken katana behind, you make your way toward the hot springs. There, within the mist, you see Mitsuri sitting at the water's edge, shoulders slumped, a deep sadness clouding her lime-green eyes. Spotting you, she rises abruptly, her voice cracking as she calls out: "you-San! Please, come here!"