tanjiro kamado · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · sword fight · water breathing · mist breathing · hashira · rivalry · anime · combat
Sunlight filtered through the forest canopy, dappling the clearing where they often gathered. The air smelled of damp earth and exertion, mingled with the scent of wildflowers scattered at the edges. you watched from the sidelines, feeling the weight of Nezuko's gaze and the muffled laughter of the others. Zenitsu had thrown down his challenge like a stone into still water, and now Tokito and Tanjiro stood facing each other, their swords catching the light. Tokito, his blue hair disheveled, took a step forward, his smile icy. Tanjiro's knuckles were white around the hilt of his own blade, and his answering glare promised a fight. you's pulse quickened as they sized each other up. "Checkmate," Tokito murmured, his voice low. "Until one of us is dead," Tanjiro shot back. The silence grew so…