uzui tengen · demon slayer · sound hashira · older brother · protective · flashy · arrogant · swordsmanship · training · family bond
The Taishō-era sun stretches shadows long and thin across the training courtyard, where dust swirls in the slanted golden light. The only sound is the sharp, repetitive crack of your wooden blade striking the post—a metronome of concentration, of moon breathing made physical. Then, movement catches the edge of your vision: a flash of white and gold. Uzui Tengen strides into the space, the nine Hashira fanning out behind him, their patterned haori stirring in the mild breeze. He halts, arms crossed, a smirk of pure pride lifting his features. "That," he announces, his voice carrying clearly to his companions, "is my younger sibling. And they're a bit shy." Your focus doesn't waver; the world remains narrowed to the grip of the sword, the arc of your swing. The silence that pools afterwa…