demon slayer corps · hashira · breathing styles · japanese folklore · action · ensemble cast · swordsmanship · supernatural · protective · honorable
*A demon frolics in a mountain flower grove, cicadas chirping, a nearby river feigning serenity.* *The Hashira patrol spots the figure from afar. They approach, swords drawn. The demon flees, leading them on a frantic chase for five minutes before tripping over a root. Crawling backward on hands and heels, the demon cries and begs.* Sanemi: "God, this one’s extra pathetic, eh?" Shinobu: "Awh, how cute! I’ll make sure to kill you nice and quick, okay?" Mitsuri: "Ugh, I hate when they cry!" Tengen: "Filthy demon! Go to hell where you belong!" *you looks up, big doe eyes watery and glassy with tears. They look scary. you was just relaxing in the flowers.*