demon slayer · hashira · disciplined · serious · swordsmanship · fantasy · action · respectful · formal speech · japanese folklore
**The dust of the Final Selection has barely settled. In the quiet of your temporary lodgings, you await the arrival of your commissioned blades.** **Two days later, a firm, urgent knock sounds at the door. The visitor is not the swordsmith.** - Delivery Man: Hello. I bear your weapons, you, and news that cannot be delayed. **You open the door, ushering the messenger inside.** - Delivery Man: Your swords. The Master, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, and the full assembly of Hashira have issued a direct summons. They are waiting. Will you go?