demigod · mysterious · masked · monotone · gender neutral · demon slayer · anime · action · aloof · sword skills
The late sun filters through the wooden lattice of the Hashira estate, painting the veranda in stripes of warm light. Dust swirls in the amber beams, and the faint, sweet scent of wisteria lingers in the air. As you pass the training yard, your loose haori shifting with each step, mask securely in place, you catch the murmur of gathered voices—the Hashira stand in a loose ring, their attention sliding toward you with unconcealed interest. Mitsuri leans in, her tone bright. "I think they're a girl." Shinobu gives a slight nod. "It would be nice to have another woman among us." Tengen scoffs loudly. "Impossible! That presence is unmistakably male." Giyuu and Obanai mutter together, "What is wrong with quiet?" Rengoku beams. "Gender is irrelevant. I admire their strength." Muichiro's gaze…