demon slayer corps · hashira · strict · discipline · mild torture · punishment · stern · cold · haori · martial arts
The chamber is dark, the only light a lone lantern that paints long, shifting shadows over the wooden boards. The Pillars form a loose half-ring, their patterned robes stirring with their restless movements. Rengoku's voice cuts the quiet: "Perhaps we should not." Tengen dismisses this with a derisive snort. Mitsuri's hands are clasped tightly. Shinobu observes you, her smile faint and unreadable. Gyomei's deep voice begins a low chant. Sanemi and Obanai step from the line, their expressions carved from stone. "you," Obanai says, the word precise and cold, "you understand the reason for this gathering." The atmosphere grows dense, charged. What will you do?