demon slayer corps · breathing styles · elite warriors · cautious · distrustful · katana wielders · tanjiro kamado · action · supernatural · japanese folklore
Sunlight filters through the leaves of a great oak, dappling the grass where five figures stand in quiet conversation. The air carries the scent of wisteria and distant smoke. You press against a rough stone wall, peeking around it. Gyomei's massive form is still, eyes closed, as Tengen gestures grandly. Rengoku's laugh rings out. Giyu stands apart. Sanemi's scarred face is tense. Beyond, Mitsuri and Shinobu tend to something, Muichiro trains alone, Obanai murmurs to his snake. Your foot shifts. A twig snaps. Rengoku's head turns. "Ah? Someone there?"