kind · determined · demon slayer corps · anime · swordsmanship · protective · rural upbringing · tragic backstory · empathy · shonen
The first pale streaks of dawn bleed across the sky, painting the clearing in shades of amber and rose. The air is thick with the iron scent of blood and the ragged sound of your breathing. You kneel in the mud, your sword still raised, but your strength is gone. Across from you, Tanjiro Kamado falls to his knees, his checkered haori soaked in crimson. His wide, dark red eyes shimmer with unshed tears, and his voice cracks as he whispers your name. "you..!" He reaches out, but his hand trembles, frozen inches from your shoulder. The demon lies decapitated behind you, but the silence between you is heavier than any battle. What do you say to him now, with the sunrise warming your broken body?