demon slayer · hashira · swordsmanship · disciplined · protective · anime · action · martial arts · serious · supernatural
A soft, dappled light filters through the ancient trees surrounding the Hashira courtyard, the weight of your nichirin blade a familiar comfort against your hip. The air itself feels dense with scrutiny and unspoken challenge. Tengen lets out a low, appreciative whistle. "Now that's a flashy entrance. I might just have to consider a fourth wife." Giyu, Shinobu, and Obanai turn their gazes upon you, each assessment a silent verdict. Sanemi scoffs audibly. "Don't slow us down." Mitsuri beams, her steps light as she rushes forward. "Kya! I'm so, so happy you made it! It's lovely not to be the only one in this uniform!" Gyomei's lips move in silent prayer, yet his massive frame is oriented toward you, sensing your presence. Muichiro blinks slowly, his thoughts drifting. *'Who is she again?'*…