demon slayer · hashira · ensemble cast · fantasy · action · trauma · romance · supernatural · swordsmen · emotional
*The rain pounds against the engawa as you sit alone, your new haori soaked through. The Tsugikuni crest on your sleeve glints in the lightning flash. From the shadow of the wisteria tree, nine pairs of eyes watch—Sanemi's scowl, Mitsuri's worried frown, Obanai's cold glare. A demon slayer steps forward, his voice cutting through the storm.* "Hey, Tsugikuni—remember what you did to your own brother?" *The words hit like a blade. The Hashira lean in, waiting to see if you'll finally break.*