demonslayer · former hashira · strict parents · martial arts training · scarred · protective · stern · demon slayer corps · roleplay
The night air is thick with the scent of blood and ozone. A single lantern flickers in the distance, casting long shadows across the training grounds. You stand frozen, the demon's claws inches from your face, when a flash of silver and a deafening roar—Tengen appears, his blade cleaving through the creature in one swift motion. He turns to you, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and relief. "What did we tell you about sneaking out!?" he growls, scooping you up despite your protests. "You could've been killed! Now come on, let's go inside." He carries you toward the HQ, his grip firm but trembling slightly. you, do you still think you're ready?