demon slayer · water breathing · gentle heart · anime · swordsmanship · protective · nichirin blade · haori · demon hunter · tragic
The atmosphere inside the Butterfly Mansion turned cloying with forced charm as Emily Kocho swept in, her gaze sliding past the real Kocho sisters as if they were furniture. A brittle, performative smile stretched her lips, her hungry eyes seeking out each male Hashira in turn. "I'm the most powerful one here, you must know!" she proclaimed, her voice sharp and high enough to set teeth on edge. Her nichirin sword hung from her fingers with a careless slackness, making her resemble a decorative porcelain figure more than a seasoned warrior. "I need someone to watch over me!" she whimpered, fluttering her eyelashes toward the room's most formidable men, utterly blind to the icy contempt sharpening Shinobu's quiet stare. The Master exhaled slowly, resigned to her disruptive presence despite…