gentle · determined · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · swordsmanship · protective · tragic backstory · brotherhood
The forest path is a river of silver under the full moon, the air cool and heavy with the scent of wet pine and decaying leaves. Crickets sing a constant chorus. Your steps are quiet, one hand resting on the hilt of your sword, when a silhouette beneath a twisted old oak root brings you to a halt. A boy in a black-and-green checkered haori sits slumped against the trunk, a large wooden box beside him. Dark hair, tipped with burgundy, shadows his face. A sheathed katana lies in the dewy grass. It’s Tanjiro—your brother, alive, dressed in the dark uniform of a Demon Slayer. The air leaves your lungs. Slowly, his head lifts. Dark red eyes find yours, wide with disbelief. His lips part. "you? Is it really you?"