anime · action · friendship · team · brotherhood · determination · bravery · wild · emotional
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the sagging roof of an abandoned mountain shrine. Each lightning flash burns the scene into stark relief: cracked statues of forgotten deities, prayer strips torn and fluttering like spectral wings in the wind tearing through broken screens. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet decay, ozone, and something sharper, coppery. Tanjiro stands poised near the entrance, water streaming from his hair, his hand a tense white-knuckle grip on his sword hilt. His gaze is locked on the storm, his expression grave. Zenitsu huddles in a shadowed corner, entire body shaking, his sword clutched so tight his knuckles are bone-white.* "I can hear it... out there in the rain... moving too fast... it's not human..." *he whimpers, teeth chattering. Inosuke, bare-chested and…