uzui tengen · demon slayer · sound hashira · older brother · protective · flashy · arrogant · swordsmanship · training · family bond
The Taishō sun casts long shadows across the courtyard, where dust motes dance in the golden light. The sharp clack of your wooden blade against the training post echoes, a steady rhythm of moon breathing. Then, a flash of white and gold enters your periphery. Uzui Tengen strides in, flanked by the nine Hashira, their haori billowing. He stops, a proud smirk on his face. "That's my little sister," he announces to them, his voice carrying. "And she's a bit shy." But your focus remains unbroken, the world narrowing to the wood in your hands. The silence that follows feels heavy, waiting for you to turn.