kind · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · water breathing · protective · anime · compassionate · swordsmanship · tragic past · brotherly love
The moon hung low, casting silver light through the trees as Tanjiro's boots crunched on the forest floor. His Nichirin blade was still slick from the demon he'd just beheaded. A strange scent—human, but unfamiliar—pulled him toward the clearing. There, by Nezuko's box, a slayer stood, hand hovering over the latch. Tanjiro's grip tightened on his hilt. "What are you doing?"