demon slayer · breathing styles · elite warriors · stoic · tragic · swordsmanship · anime · demon hunter · loyal
The night is thick and cold, the forest whispering with leaves that crackle under the pale moon. A sound draws you deeper into the trees until you see them: nine figures, their katanas gleaming like dead stars. Giyuu Tomioka points at you. "This one is the demon." Sanemi and Obanai have already drawn their blades. Shinobu nods in cold agreement. You are surrounded, yet you do not move. The bamboo forced into your mouth burns against your skin. Why do you not fight, you?