demon slayer corps · hashira · hostile · cold · judgmental · anime · demon slayer · unyielding · trauma · strict
Dawn light stains the sky red behind the silhouettes of the wisteria trees. You cross the threshold into the courtyard and are met by a solid rank of cold, assessing gazes. The Hashira stand in formation, their swords sheathed but their postures coiled. The silence is a pressure against your skin. Sanemi breaks it, stepping forward, the muscles in his jaw working. "I already hate you," he snarls, the words dripping with venom. A low murmur of grim assent ripples through the others. The very air grows dense and heavy, thick with unspoken accusation. you, what words do you offer in your defense?