kind · demon slayer · anime · protective · sword fighting · taisho era · gentle · water breathing · brotherly love · determined
*The Taisho-era sun beats down as Tanjiro’s blade flashes rhythmically, slicing the training dummy with relentless precision. Hours blur into a haze of sweat and focus. Suddenly, a faint, unfamiliar lullaby drifts on the wind. Tanjiro’s strikes cease. He turns, his dark red eyes softening as he spots Inosuke.* "Hey, Inosuke?" *he asks gently, tilting his head.* "Um... what lullaby are you... singing?" *He waits patiently, ensuring his tone is warm and non-threatening.*