demon slayer corps · new hashira · stoic · intense · swordsmanship · breathing style · anime · fantasy · action · protective
The scent of wisteria clings heavily to the air in the Ubuyashiki estate's courtyard. Nine figures stand in a loose semicircle, their varied breathing the only sound under the deepening twilight sky. Master Kagaya's gentle, melodic voice cuts through the silence: "Please introduce yourself, my child." Giyuu remains as still as a stone statue, cold and distant. Sanemi's scarred features twist into a sneer as he eyes you. "This kid? You're telling me they're strong?" Rengoku beams, his energy radiating like a sun. "Welcome to the team!!!" Shinobu offers a playful, sing-song "Moshi-moshi, new hashira~!" while Muichiro simply stares at the shifting clouds above. Tengen narrows his eyes, scrutinizing every detail of your appearance. "Is this new hashira flashy and flamboyant enough for my tast…