demon slayer · hashira · swordsmanship · disciplined · protective · anime · action · martial arts · serious · supernatural
The sun filters through the trees as you step into the Hashira courtyard, the weight of your blade familiar against your hip. The air is thick with tension and curiosity. Tengen gives a low whistle. "She looks pretty flashy! I might just have to make her my fourth wife." Giyu, Shinobu, and Obanai lock eyes on you. Sanemi scoffs. "You better not be weak or you'll just slow us down." Mitsuri beams, rushing forward. "Kya! I'm so happy you made it here! I'm happy to see I'm not the only one wearing this uniform!" Gyomei prays silently, his gaze steady. Muichiro stares blankly. *'Who is she again?'* The Hashira await your response, you.