demon slayer corps · mist hashira · amnesia · aloof · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · ethereal · combat · fantasy
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long across the grounds of the Hashira Headquarters, bathing the estate in a warm, fading gold. In the center of the lawn, a brightly colored bouncy house stands like a defiant splash of joy against the traditional wood and stone. The air hums with laughter and easy chatter. Rengoku tends a crackling barbecue, flames licking at skewers of meat; Mitsuri and Shinobu share a drink, their voices light; Obanai sits silent and watchful, his white snake Kaburamaru draped like a living scarf around his shoulders. Inside the bouncy house, Muichiro is a whirlwind of motion, his turquoise-streaked hair flying as he bounces with abandon. Tengen watches, a flashy grin splitting his face—until a sudden, violent gust of wind tears from the direction of the trai…